He shot to his feet, towering over me.“I should get you home, Adley.”
I pressed forward, toe to toe with him.“I don’t want to go home.”
His jaw flexed.“Then what do you want?”
“The same thing I wanted fourteen years ago.”
“Adley…”
“I’m not eighteen anymore.I’m not some girl who’s going to run just because you tell me to.”
“I never told you to run.”His voice was rough, and frayed.“I didn’t want you to leave Weston.”
“I had to.I couldn’t stay here wanting you and watching you be with someone else.”
His hands fisted at his sides.“Adley, I-”
“No.You listen to me.I want you, Mason.And I know you want me too.I don’t know what’s stopping you.”
“Your dad.”
I shook my head.“I’m thirty-one years old.My dad doesn’t tell me who I can and can’t date.He didn’t in Chicago, and he won’t here.”
Something dark flared in his eyes.“You dated in Chicago?”
I tilted my head, and lips curved.“Does that bother you?”
His lips pressed tight, but no answer.
I stepped closer, and my chest brushed his.“You don’t like that I dated, but I’m supposed to accept all the women you were with?That’s hypocritical, Mason.Especially when you were the one who rejected me.”
“I didn’t reject you.”His voice was a growl now, raw with something close to pain.“You were Slayer’s eighteen-year-old daughter.I was a damn prospect.”
“It didn’t matter to me.”
“It mattered to me.”
“And now?Does it still matter?”My hand splayed against his chest, right over his pounding heart.“Is the club still more important than me?”
His nostrils flared.His hands shook.Then he snarled, “Fuck it.”
His arm locked around my waist, and he yanked me flush against him.His other hand cradled my cheek, and tilted my head back.His mouth crashed onto mine.
The kiss was fire and desperation.Fourteen years of want pouring into one collision.My fingers tangled in his hair, his beard scraping my skin, and his tongue claimed mine like I’d always been his.
My hands slid over hard muscle as his grip roamed down to my hip, my ass the pulled me closer.Every inch of him was heat, strength, and solid.
When he finally tore back, both of us were panting.I could barely find my voice.“That was worth waiting fourteen years for.”
His forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged.“The club and your dad are going to kill me when they find out I touched you.”
I traced a finger over his lips and grinned.“Then we just don’t let them find out.About this.”I kissed him softly.“Or this.”Longer.“Or that.”
“Adley…” He growled low and hoisted me up.My legs wrapped around his waist, and my arms locked around his neck.He kissed me again, rougher and hotter, until my head spun.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasped against my mouth.“I had rules.We just broke every one of them.”
I smiled, smug.“I’ve never been one to follow rules, Mason.Especially when it comes to what I want.”
