He's not looking for trouble...
Tanner is fresh out of prison and trying to stay clean. His place in Wild Blood MC demands it. But when he nearly runs over a terrified woman, trouble finds him. Beth needs a savior and Tanner can't say no.
She's desperate to escape...
Beth chose running over a forced marriage. She's got nothing and nobody—until she meets Tanner. But with a fanatical cult leader hunting her, can she risk staying with the first man to defend her?
Tanner's willing to put it all on the line for Beth—even his beloved MC. The fallout will change both their lives.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and she found she liked that he was nervous too. It made her feel less inexperienced and naive. “Me kissing you. I shouldn’t have—but not because I didn’t want to. Don’t think that.” He caught her hand suddenly, squeezing hard as if he could impress his words on her skin. “I did want to. I … fuck, I wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you, Beth. But you can’t … It would have been so fucking sleazy of me, taking advantage of you like that.”
“Is it taking advantage if I want it too?”
He scowled, but didn’t release her hand. “Yeah, if you’re a drunk virgin out in the world alone for the first time ever. I’m not Prince Charming, Beth. I’m the black knight.” He did let go of her now, cracking his knuckles.
“Aren’t you being a little melodramatic?” she asked, resting her hand on his knee. “I wasn’t expecting a gold ring and a white dress last night, Tanner. I know I can’t stay in town. Abram will come after me and Nash doesn’t want me to anyway. And I’m a virgin, but I’m not an idiot. I don’t see my virginity as some mythical treasure to guard, or something cheap to throw away. If me being a virgin is a problem here, it’s your problem, not mine.”
He looked startled, then annoyed. “It’s not a problem. I just …” He shrugged and covered her hand with his. “I don’t want to be something you regret.”
Her heart raced. “That sounds like something Prince Charming would say.”
He closed his eyes and groaned low and long, like a wild animal. “You’re trouble. I knew you would be.”
Before she could answer, he seized her, almost dragging her into his arms and kissing her with a possessiveness that shook her to the core. He raked one hand through her hair, hooked his free arm round her waist and pulled her hard against him. His tongue plundered her mouth, exploring hungrily while he pushed his hand up her shirt to sink his fingers into her skin. Beth clung to his T-shirt, soaking up every touch, every movement of his mouth and fingers. Searing heat filled her body, and everywhere he touched her she felt deliciously tender and delightfully trapped.
She wanted more but she didn’t know how to ask for it, so she wrapped her arms round his neck and thrust her breasts against him, hoping he’d just know what she needed and how badly she needed it. She was senseless, nothing left but need. When he broke away from her to kiss and suck at her throat, she gasped. “Touch me.”
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