His lips quirked. “I want to stay, but I really gotta go. Though, not until you kiss me goodbye.”
He was insatiable.
Before we even got out the door of the clubhouse, he backed me up against a wall and we had a make out session in the middle of the common room. There were three other bikers present, but had they not been there, I think Volt would’ve commenced wall-sex with me. As it was, he worked me up with his hand outside my jeans and only when I was squirming against him did he stop and drag me out to his bike. Then at Panera, he insisted we sit outside at a secluded table and he made out with me in between bites of bagel and sips of coffee.
With a sideways grin, I asked, “I haven’t kissed you enough this morning?”
“Are you lookin’ for a spanking?”
He pulled me close and planted his lips on mine. I slanted my head, and he took the invitation to deepen the kiss. My hands slid around the back of his neck. His arms tightened forcing my breasts tight to his chest.
“Oh, my,” I heard Andrea say in a low voice.
Volt tried to pull away from me, but I chased after his lips with mine. I could sense he wanted to cut this short, but I became more aggressive and he growled into my mouth. For a moment I debated dragging him to my room, but he wrenched free of my lips and my hold.
“Jacqueline. You’re going to pay for that.”
“You asked for it,” I chided in a husky voice.
His hands, still on my ass, squeezed. “Call you later, baby.”
I closed the door behind him, locked it, and turned to find Andrea at the table chewing her omelet.
She swallowed and pointed her fork at me. “I might have to get a job at Carmine’s so I can find a man to kiss me like that.”