Free Steel My Heart (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Sons of Steel Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Vivian Lux

his skin was.  Or how delicious his dimples looked.  The whiskey didn't burn me nearly as badly this time.  The fire in my belly was caused by something else. 
    "Are you going to eat?" I interrupted my thoughts before they gave me away.
    "You go first, Em."
    The fries were smothered in a lake of bright orange cheese.  Wafts of fragrant steam hit my face and my mouth immediately watered.  "Holy shit, that smells good."
    "Be my guest," J. gestured, pushing the plate towards me.
    I paused.  This would blow my diet to hell and back again.  It was greasy and nutritionally void.  And it definitely wasn't organic.  If Robert knew, he would never speak to me again.
    I slid a fry out from the side of the plate and nibbled giddily.  "Wow."
    J. was watching me quizzically.  "Have you never had a French fry before?"
    I grabbed three more and shoved them into my mouth.  The scorching hot cheese seared the roof of my mouth, but I didn't care. 
    "It's been a long while," I explained, blowing out my cheeks to cool my mouth.  I closed my eyes, tasting the grease.  I waited for the guilt to hit me.  This was undoing all my hard work all these months.  But for some reason, J. made me feel like it was okay.  Like there was nothing wrong with just enjoying myself.
    I opened my eyes to see him watching me.  His lips were curved into the most beautiful, openhearted smile I had ever seen.  I felt a rush of something inside of me, something that couldn't be denied.  The whiskey and beer made me bolder that I had ever felt before.  I leaned towards him, drawn closer by instinct.  He made no moves, but let me slide off my stool in a trance. 
    I lifted my lips towards his.  He bent his head slightly, and his lips brushed mine as if by accident.  It was a soft as the flutter of moth wings, and yet it sent a jolt of pure electricity down my spine.  I pressed into him and he folded me into his strong arms.  As he kissed me, I could feel the bulge begin to rise in his jeans.  The feeling inflamed me. 
    He wanted me. 
    I could feel it.  He wanted me as much as I wanted him.  I parted my lips, letting him taste my tongue with his.  His lips were soft, but the stubble of his cheeks rasped against mine.  His breath quickened and the bulge in his jeans pressed into my stomach.  Dazed, I lifted my arms and pulled him closer.  I was definitely drunk, both on whiskey and on him.  I felt a dull, persistent throbbing inside of me. 
    He ran his fingers through the length of my hair, letting the strands flow through his hands like water.  Then he smoothed it back, exposing my neck.  I gasped to feel his lips press into the sensitive flesh there.
    "Sorry," he murmured without pulling away.  "I've wanted to do that since I saw you walk in."
    "You wanted to kiss my neck?"
    He brushed his lips upward, his hot breath in my ear.  "No, I wanted to get my fingers in your hair, then kiss your neck."
    I heard myself make a sound, soft and small like a wounded animal.  It was halfway between a gasp and a sob.  Need rushed in to fill the hollow place inside of me.
    "J.," I whispered from somewhere outside of myself.  "J. can we go somewhere?  Can we go somewhere, right now?"

Chapter 11
     
    J.
     
    It took everything in J.'s power not to throw her onto the bar and have her right then and there. 
    Her lips were just as soft as he had hoped.  He pressed himself into her, the blood rushing painfully to his groin.  Letting his tongue circle hers, he pushed that kiss deeper and she responded with a soft, kittenish noise that inflamed him.  He tasted the soft cream of her skin and it was a sweet as he'd hoped it would be.
    Then she asked him to do the only thing he wanted to do.
    J. pulled back from the kiss, ready to move.  Rosie had a back room.  Or they could go to the clubhouse.  Or fuck, they could do it right here on the bar.  He didn't give a shit, he needed to have this woman right now.
    Her eyes fluttered at him, unfocused