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own wetness. She had never responded this way to Carl’s touch. She teased herself and, then on impulse, touched a damp finger to the head. His big blue eyes turned to gray smoke and he growled in response.
    She bent and lapped at him then. She’d never really enjoyed giving blow jobs, it always seemed so awkward, or maybe she just didn’t enjoy giving them to her ex. But Ryker? It had been sexy as hell, especially when he’d held her hands captive and thrust in and out of her mouth and thinking about it now gave her shivers.
    She worked him now with slow glides of her tongue up and down the turgid flesh. He plunged a hand in her hair and held the back of her head, driving his cock into her throat. Again and again.
    Finally, he released her.
    “Christ, you have a mouth that won’t quit, but I need in your pussy,” he gasped, pulling her away so he could pin her with his gaze. “I gotta fuck you, didn’t get the chance to last night,” he muttered.
    She gasped in response. She’d never been one for dominating, possessive men, but with Ryker? It worked. Make her crave to submit, satisfy his sexual cravings. God knows, he was a generous lover. She’d never had an orgasm like it in her life.
    Another thought occurred to her and she hated to bring it up, but she had to.
    “If we are going to…” she hesitated a moment, unsure what to call what they were about to do. Making love? Nope, too hearts and flowers. Having? Vaginal intercourse? No, sounded too clinical.
    “Fuck?” he supplied.
    If he wasn’t so handsome, she would have smacked him. She tried to gather her thoughts and get to the point. “I am on birth control, force of habit I guess, but I don’t have a condom with me. I haven’t been with anybody in a couple of years. What about you?”
    He shook his head. “It’s been a lot less than that for me, but I’m clean. I get tested regularly.” He pinned her with his eyes. “I always use condoms at the club. But, you should know somethin’, I don’t bring women here. Ever.”
    She bit her lip, pleased he’d made an exception for her, but really not wanting to be reminded of the hordes of women he probably slept with.
    He took her face between his hands, gazed into her eyes. His thumb brushed against her cheek. “I don’t know why, exactly, but I don’t want anything in between us. Not clothing. Not space. I want skin on skin. But if you really want me to, I’ll use one.”
    She didn’t know what she wanted. The way he’d put it? Sounded so intimate. But who knows how many women he’d used the line on? He’d already admitted to sleeping around at the bar.
    For all she knew, he could be a walking petri dish.
    He rolled to the edge of the bed, grasped her by the ankles and pulled her down. He pushed his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. “Tell me you want me bareback or tell me to put on a rubber,” he growled. “I can’t take much more waiting.”
    Gazing down, she saw six feet of bad ass biker standing between her legs. Naked. Aroused. So damn hungry for her. She didn’t think any man had ever looked at her that way. Like he wanted to jump on her, screw her until she screamed. She wanted to be close to him as well, wanted the entire length of him deep inside her with no barriers.
    But she hardly knew the man and it just sounded too risky. Safety won out. “I need you to use a condom.”
    He stared down at her, his heated eyes focused between her legs. His body shook and he clutched her knees, but he finally nodded.
    “The prospects are supposed to make sure we all have a supply of rubbers.” His voice had a harsh, raspy edge.
    “Prospect?” she asked.
    “A guy who wants to join the club,” he answered distractedly as he searched through the nightstand drawer. “They pay their dues mostly doing grunt work for members, until we see if they are worthy to be one of the Horsemen.” He finally slammed the drawer shut. “Shit. Of course the idiot didn’t put them in my