Striker: No Prisoners MC Book 1 by Lilly Atlas Read Free Book Online Page B

back rippled under her breasts, and the heat from where her sex was molded to his backside, but it was fruitless.
    Without city lights to provide a glow, the desert night was ink black. They were cocooned by the stars and blanket of darkness that surrounded them. She couldn’t tell where the sky ended and land began. The result was an impression of limitless oblivion.
    Riding a Harley through the desert after dark was something she could imagine herself becoming addicted to, leaving the stress of the day far behind, and reveling in the peace of the quiet night. Of course, she would require the hard male body between her legs to top off the experience. She frowned as she realized her thoughts had done a complete three-sixty, leading her right back to her attraction to Striker.
    Before she knew it they turned onto her sleepy street, and coasted to a stop in her driveway. Disappointment surged through her at the realization that she may never have this opportunity again.
    Lila tugged her helmet off, shook out her hair, and clambered down from the bike as Striker killed the engine. He made no move beyond removing his own helmet, so she reached down to pull his sweatshirt over her head. Striker stopped her with a hand on her arm, and hauled her toward his big body. With his legs still straddling the bike, his torso was angled toward her, and he pressed his mouth up to her ear.
    “Thanks for saving my prospect tonight, Doc. You amaze me every time I watch you work.” He skimmed his lips over her ear and she shivered in response.
    “I’m glad I could help.”
    Striker rubbed one large hand up and down the center of her back, directly over her spine, and Lila wanted to purr like a contented cat. Her back was a little sore from hunching over the couch to close Kenny’s wound.
    “I don’t want you to go inside and stress about this all night. There isn’t a soul who knows, beyond the guys who were there, and they would die before ratting. I wouldn’t have involved you if I couldn’t protect you. Your reputation is too important.”
    His lips still brushed the sensitive skin of her ear with every movement, but the words themselves touched something deeper.
    “Keep the sweatshirt. Wear it to bed. I want to go to sleep tonight knowing your skin smells like me.”
    Just like that, Lila’s panties grew damp. She’d never had such a strong physical reaction to a man. But Striker was no ordinary man; he was sex and sin personified, and apparently that did it for her. She turned her head so their lips were just a breath away. “I’ll be sure to get rid of the extra layers then.”
    Striker growled, literally growled, and clamped a hand around the back of her head holding her in place for his lips to claim hers. Desire shot through her as the taste of him flooded her senses. She tasted smoke, a hint of the whisky he snagged from Kenny, and danger. It was a powerful combination she was helpless to resist.
    When she opened her mouth to him, a moan escaped, and his tongue tangled with hers. His kiss made her dizzy, and she gripped the leather of his cut with both hands to ground herself as they devoured each other. After a quick nip to her lower lip, he pulled back with a curse. Her head spun as she pulled in air.
    “You need to get inside before someone sees us, and I need to get back to the clubhouse to deal with all this,” Striker said, his hand never leaving her back.
    Lila blew out a breath and nodded, not trusting herself to speak at the moment. After he fired up his bike, he turned, winked at her, and roared down the street, probably waking half the neighborhood.
    Lila rolled her eyes as she made her way up the driveway. She couldn’t help the grin that broke across her face as she mouthed holy fuck . She had no idea what had happened, but she wanted to know when it could happen again, because one taste of Striker was definitely not enough.
    Just as she reached her door Lila heard her phone chime. Excitement shot through