(Club Chrome MC 2) All Dogs Bite by Alexx Andria Read Free Book Online Page B

horror if they discovered she’d become a wanton woman who openly talked about her sexual needs as casually as one would the grocery list! The small mental walkabout caused a giggle to pop from her lips, causing Bronx to ask, “Something tickle your funny bone?”
    “We’re total strangers, I know, so you wouldn’t understand if I were to tell you that my parents are very conservative, which means, even though I became an artist — which is totally outside their sphere of acceptable careers — I still suffer from the belief that good girls shouldn’t talk about the things that make them tingle.”
    “Fuck that,” Bronx replied readily, grabbing the soap and sniffing it. French vanilla, she hoped he liked it. When he didn’t wrinkle his nose and began to soap her up with it, she figured it’d passed the sniff test. “People should stay out of other people’s bedrooms,” Bronx told her as he slowly soaped her breasts with more attention than was probably warranted, not that she was complaining, of course. “What turns you on, should be your fucking business…no one else’s.”
    “What turns you on?” she asked, curious.
    Without missing a beat, he answered, “You” and Delainey nearly swooned.
    “Really?”
    “Yeah…you’re hot, why wouldn’t I be turned on by you?”
    “C’mon, you don’t have to say that. I know I’m not super model material.”
    “Listen, I know you’ve got this thing in your head that you’re not sexy because you’re a woman with banging curves but if I could spend all day between those thighs…I would. And any real man would feel the same. Although, I’d rip another man’s fucking head off if he tried,” he muttered, and if Delainey was shocked by the possessive statement, Bronx seemed doubly so because he shrugged it off with the next comment, saying, “I mean, I’m just saying, you’re highly fuckable and whatever so you need to stop being so insecure.”
    “Easy for you to say, you’re beautiful,” she shot back, secretly enjoying the way Bronx couldn’t seem to stop staring at and touching her breasts. If she had to admit to any sort of vanity it would be about her breasts. She had to admit…she’d always had a great rack. Taking the soap from his hands, she returned the favor and began running the French soap over his hard body, loving the way the muscle rippled beneath her fingertips like waves on the ocean. “When you walk into a room, you turn heads, not only with that heart-stopping face of yours but this body is out of this world. You can’t possibly know how it feels to be rejected on a daily basis because you don’t fit the cultural standard of beauty. Trust me, I work in graphic design. I’ve mastered the art of Photoshop manipulation and most of that skill is used to make people look less like people and more like perfect, pore less mannequins.”
    He regarded her for a long moment and then grabbed the showerhead to rinse them both off. Perhaps she’d struck a nerve, maybe she’d inadvertently offended him — she had no way of knowing — but she did know that showering with Bronx had been quite awesome and something she would definitely like to do again, in spite of the fact that it was too small for anything truly to happen. It was…intimate.
    Somehow, it’d felt natural, even sweet, like they were some happily married couple about to start their day, instead of the reality that they were practically strangers and, oh yeah, Bronx was the leader of a criminal street gang. She withheld a sigh but Bronx noticed her sudden change in mood and called her on it. “Look, I don’t know why anyone would turn you down for a date, if that’s what happened to make you insecure about yourself, but from what I can tell, you’re the real deal. A guy would be lucky to call you his.”
    Oh, why did he have to be a criminal? Why couldn’t Bronx be someone she’d met on a blind date and they’d just really hit off and they were free to date some