“You too,” Kate said.

Taz shrugged. “Yeah. Sorry if I hurt your shoulder.”

“Get these cuffs off me,” she demanded.

Syon reached out and pushed Taz toward the open door. It was still open, the doorknob stuck in the drywall.

“They’re making up!” Taz yelled down the hallway. Drake and Ramsey must have come up. “She made that dude’s pants, that’s why she was in them.”

“Like hell we’re making up,” she yelled after Taz. “Get your ass back in here with the key, Taz!”

Taz stopped and tossed a key back; Syon caught it and yanked the door loose. Chunks of drywall dropped to the floor as he shoved it closed with a slam.

“Are you done with him?”

“Done with who?” She jerked on her hand again; this time the cuff bit into her wrist. “I swear, if you don’t unlock me…”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He flipped the key over and fit it into the lock. He was too damned close again. The scent of his skin filled her senses. Just the brush of his fingers against her hand sent a little thrill through her.

“You’re making me crazy.”

She rubbed her wrist and glared at him. “That’s my line. Where the hell does Taz get off handcuffing me to the bed?”

Syon’s eyes narrowed. “He won’t be getting off. Not with you.”

“Like that’s any of your concern. Is Conan alright?”

“Yeah. The dude can hold his own. Had to stop when the cops showed up.” He wiped the blood away, but a fresh trickle appeared. For some reason, the sight of it deflated her anger, which pissed her off again. Couldn’t she even be mad at the guy when he deserved it?

“Shit. You have a show tomorrow night.”

She rolled over the bed and came up on the other side.

“So what?”

Kate rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen. She yanked a plastic bag out of the cabinet and filled it with ice. “Put this on your jaw before you get a bruise.”

She settled the bag against his jaw.

“That’s what makeup is for.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and the bag dropped.

Syon buried his face in her hair instead. “All day I’ve been thinking about how you smell.”

His words were muffled, but she still heard the low, raspy sound of need in his tone. It was like being shocked with a set of jumper cables. She flattened her hands on his chest and tried to push him back. “Really? Then why didn’t you show up for a fitting?”

She hated how hurt she sounded, but the words were out of her mouth.

He cupped her nape, pressing a kiss against her neck. It sent a tingle straight down to her toes. She squealed, struggling against his hold, feeling the tidal wave of arousal beginning to crash down on her.

He let her go, and she bounced onto the bed.

“That’s why.”

She jumped up, her face flaming.

“I tried to stay away because every time I get near you, all I want to do is lick you.” He threw his arms into the air. “You want me to do it too.”

She had her mouth open to fire off a retort, but it died when he locked gazes with her. The world shifted again the second her eyes connected with his caramel ones. She did want him. Bad. She shifted, her clit feeling crushed inside her pants.

“So I gave you some space and came back to find you on another dude’s bike.” He shook his head. “You’re fucking making me…jealous!”

It was a strange compliment. Really strange, because he was pissed off. At least she thought he was, until she looked closer.

Apparently, Syon was just as overwhelmed as she was. The need burning between them was so tangible, it interfered with everything else.

There was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, and it hit her straight in the heart.

“What are you doing?”

Kate rolled her eyes at him. “Taking my clothes off.”

She popped the lace holding her corset top closed and untied the knot.

“Why?” He wasn’t waiting for her answer but shrugged out of his leather jacket with a violence that strained the seams.

A rush of cool air hit her overheated skin as she yanked the lace free, and the front of her top sagged open. Her thin top was transparent, allowing him to clearly see her nipples.

“Because we’re too old to hold hands and smooch on the back of your bike while we work up the nerve to justify our actions and give in.”

He groaned, his eyes narrowing and his jaw tightening. “I want to do that…later.”

He tore off his shirt, and it ripped as he yanked it over his head. The sound hit her heightened senses, driving the heat up another few degrees. Getting out of her clothing was a necessity. She felt trapped by her pants, the leather too thick, too hot to tolerate.

He was chiseled.

And bulky with muscle.

A fatal combination.

She tore at her pants, knotting the lace with her clumsy fingers.

“I want to do it,” he growled; then he scooped her off her feet and dropped her back onto the bed, savage enjoyment glittering in his eyes as she bounced in a jumble of limbs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about dragging these off you…”

He captured her ankle and pressed a kiss against the inside of it. She gasped, arching her back as sensation took complete control of her. There was no thought, just writhing as he pulled her ankle boot off and dropped it.

He chucked her other boot across the room. “I want to tear this leather off you like a Christmas present.”

“Don’t”—the word got stuck in her mouth—“tear it.”

She was panting, desperation twisting up her insides as he attacked the lace keeping her fly closed.

He fought with the knot. “You need to start wearing skirts.”

His lips split with a wide grin when the lace broke. He thrust his fingers into the fly, stroking across the sensitive skin of her lower belly.

She freakin’ purred.

The sound rising up from the contact between their skin swamped her, dragging her down and rolling her in pure enjoyment.

“Yeah…I like that sound.”

He plunged his hand in deep, reaching all the way to her mons. He teased his way through her curls before stroking her belly again.

“Like it a whole hell of a lot.” He gripped the waistband of her pants and tugged it over her hips. She was so eager, she lifted her butt for him. She landed back on the bed as he pulled the garment down her thighs and past her ankles with a grunt of male satisfaction.

“Perfect.”

His gaze targeted her mons. The tip of his tongue slid over his lower lip as he reached out to finger the bikini briefs she had on. Expectation showed brightly in his eyes as he hooked the elastic waistband with his index finger and pulled it down to expose her.

“Hot damn…ginger curls…”

His tone made her shiver, anticipation punching her in the gut as he dragged her underwear down her legs and threw her panties across the room.

“I fucking dreamed about seeing these…”

He dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs.

“Wait…”

He looked up her body, searing her with the glint in his eyes. Her insides liquefied. The promise glowing those orbs set her clit throbbing at an insane rate.

He moved his hand along her inner thigh, stroking her, petting her with a touch that sent a little moan past her lips.

“How long?”

He had made his way to her hip, her clit begging for its turn to be under his fingers.

But he pulled his hand down her leg, to her knee, and then back down in a slow caress to her hip again.

“How long should I wait?”

She jerked, her hips lifting, but he held her down with both hands on her thighs.

“You smell so hot…”

He was hovering over her spread body, his breath teasing her open slit.

“So…sweet…” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her belly, right above her mons.

“Don’t…” Her voice was nothing but a rasp, speech darn near beyond her grasp. She just needed…needed to be touched. “Don’t…wait…”

She curled up, reaching for his shoulders. She wasn’t close enough. He wasn’t close enough. She caught his shoulders and let out a little sound of victory. She used the grip to pull herself to the edge of the bed and flatten herself against his bare chest.