Her movements are raw and full of emotion. Completely unfiltered.

Seeing her in leather, both the boots and the skirt, has had me rock hard all night. But witnessing her lose herself, touch herself, swing and dip her hips is the sweetest kind of sexual torture. All I can think about is throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her off to fuck good and hard until we’re both spent.

Prying my gaze from her, I see a few men struggling with the same thought.

Fuck, they better not be thinking what I’m thinking.

That those hips were made for my hands to hold. That those parted pink lips were made to be kissed by my lips; and as soon as I get this woman in a bed, she’s going to move like this as she rides my cock, and when I lose myself deep inside her, it’ll be the sweetest kind of heaven for a sinner like me.

Stepping forward, I take hold of her. Put an end to their musings. I’ve already claimed this beautiful creature for my own, and I’ll be the only man losing himself inside her tonight and every night after this one.

EMBER

The last chorus hits at the same time that strong hands grip my hips. I don’t need to open my eyes to know it’s him. The heat and friction my body shares with Mav’s are immediately recognizable.

He whispers the lyrics of the chorus into my ear, and his hot breath sends tingles breaking out across my skin.

The words echo through me.

I want Mav to know who I am. I need him to really see me and accept me. Want me. Love me despite my scars, my past, and my fears.

Opening my eyes, I let my hands travel up his chest then link my fingers behind his neck.

The passion circling in Mav’s topaz gaze is intoxicating. As he wraps his arms around me, he pulls my body so close that no air exists between us. With my heels, I’m merely a few inches shorter, and it’s nice. Better than nice. It’s perfect. We’re chest to chest. Our lips are a breath away, and he’s taunting mine with their proximity.

Together we move. Dance as if we’ve done this a million times before, except the yearning igniting between us tells a different story.

That this is the first of many dances. That the hunger we feel for each other is new and all-consuming and neither of us feels like we’ll ever get enough.

Because it will never be enough.

I could never get enough of this. Of him.

Moving forward, I let my breath tease his skin. His neck, his ear lobe, and finally his inner ear. “I need you,” I whisper. A shudder jolts through him, and his erection hardens further against my stomach.

“God, Doll, I need you too.”

One of his hands moves to my ass, and his fingers grab onto my thigh where my skirt ends. The other sinks into my nape. He cups the back of my head, and seals his mouth in a punishing kiss over mine.

He’s taking control. Showing me, I am his Doll. And he’ll move me and take me any way he wants me.

I submit and kiss him as ardently as he kisses me.

When the song ends, he simply lifts me and I lock my ankles at his lower back. Ready and desperate for more of what only he can give me.

We’re only haunted by things we don’t fully understand.

EMBER

The room is a mere ten feet away. But it might as well be a mile as far as we we’re concerned. Neither one of us can stand to go any further. Evident by the way Mav slams my back against the hallway wall and attacks my mouth with untamed ferocity.

There’s only teeth, tongue, and sheer power as he works his lips over mine.

I return his brutal kiss, and duel his tongue with my own. Truly lost to this wild and intoxicating need spiraling through me. My hands are everywhere, kneading into his back one minute, his ass the next, physically begging him to grant me no mercy.

Breaking away, we gasp for breath. Unable to hold out any longer, I plead, “Mav, please.”

“Jesus, Doll. Don’t beg. I’ll fucking come right here.”

I push his shirt out of the way and claw impatiently at his belt. His strong fingers, which up until this moment have been digging into my thighs, suddenly hike my skirt up to my waist.

Yes!

The flames of lust circle higher.

“Hold on to me.” I lock my hands behind his neck. He braces one hand against the wall and helps me free him from his jeans. Then I feel him, the tip of his erection brushing the outside of my underwear, his fingers pulling my panties to the side as he lines himself up.

“Mav!” A male voice has us both freezing.

“Fuck,” Mav growls. His body closes in around mine and shields me. He turns his head toward whoever’s talking as I bury my face in his neck. “Whiz, what the fuck man? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“We got a problem.”

“Then get someone else to handle it.”

“No. It needs to be you.”

Mav groans. “Does it need to be dealt with right this fuckin’ second?”

There’s a weighty pause. “Yeah. It does.”

I can’t help it. I giggle. Mav bites my ear, grabs my ass, and pushes the tip of his cock inside me. My breath stutters in my lungs and the strangest thing happens. The massive heat we shared a moment ago instantly returns. I whimper and cling to him.

“You think this is funny,” he whispers into my ear. “I want to fuck your goddamn brains out and they’re cock blockin’ me.”

Then another voice, Taz’s says, “Brother, you’re gonna want to see this.”

As Mav slowly slides deeper, he asks, “Is it life or death? Because if you stop me from fuckin’ my old lady right now, and it’s not life or death, it will be.”

“Trust me, brother. You’ll thank me later for stoppin’ you.”

Mav sinks to the hilt and bites my neck and I nearly come apart. “Christ, Doll. You feel like home.”

Then he’s retreating and pulling out of me, while mumbling obscenities under his breath. I quickly push down my skirt. Mav smirks at me as he tucks himself back into his jeans and buckles his belt.

Pulling out his keys, he lays them in my hand. “Wait for me. Don’t you dare touch yourself until I get back.” He takes a couple of steps backward toward his brothers, and adds, “We’re gonna finish this just as soon as I deal with whatever’s goin’ on.”

My body is keyed up though, and the temptation to torture him further is too appealing. “Depends on how long you’re going to be. What if it takes hours? I don’t think I can wait that long.”

He stops and comes back to me, threads his fingers through the back of my hair and using his torso, pins me to the wall again.

He kisses me once, only a peck, but it’s a brand on my mouth that’s going to leave my lips definitely swollen, maybe even bruised.

“Doll.” He brushes my bangs out of my eyes. “Let me put it this way. If you come without me buried inside you, I’m gonna know, and I swear to God above, I’m gonna spank your ass.”

Mav’s room is bare, as bare as the last time I was here. A few knickknacks are lying around, but mostly he has only the necessities—a bed, dresser, side table, and lamp. All lackluster and drab compared to the décor and furniture in his new home.

And just think, he’s lived like this for nine years.

The thought is actually kind of depressing.

Maybe at twenty-four it was everything he wanted. A place to sleep, a group of friends to party with and look out for one another, all the booze he could drink, and women ready for it at the crook of his finger. But over time, I can see how it would all become too impersonal.

Especially for a man who designs homes for a living.

He has a good heart. Of course, he’d eventually want more than this.