Free Steel 2: Blackthorne MC #2 by Carrie Cox Page B

hurt me, so I had to take that as a good sign. If what Nick said was true, then all I had to do was wait until I could speak to Victor and convince him this was all down to some sort of mistaken identity, and then I could get back to New York and my normal life.  
    I thought again about Claire. If she had gone back to the hotel and realized I was missing, she would be beside herself with worry right now. I only hoped she hadn’t contacted my mother.
    After I had toweled myself off, I slipped into some of the clothes that Nick had given me. In the pile, there was a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt. My bra was still wet, so I decided I would hang it out to dry after I’d taken my stuff back to the room. I buttoned up the shirt and pulled on the jeans.
    I was willing to bet that Johnny’s wife was a lot skinnier than I was. The jeans were a tight fit. I gave up trying to fasten the top button, hoping that the zip would hold out, especially as I was going commando.
    I bundled up the wet dress and underwear and left the bathroom. While towel-drying my hair, I walked back to the room where I had spent the night with Nick.
    I’d only taken a couple of steps when I saw Damien Blackthorne approaching me. As he drew closer, his eyes zeroed in on my braless breasts. The material of the white shirt was thinner than I had realized, and with the wetness from my hair seeping into the shirt, there were patches that were almost see-through. I moved the towel in front of me to block his view, and his gaze slowly lifted up to my face.
    “I hope you’re keeping out of trouble,” he said in his gruff, gritty voice.
    I rolled my eyes, trying to pretend I wasn’t intimidated.
    He licked his lips slowly and moved closer to me. “If you’re bored, you could spend a little time with me.” He stroked my cheek, and I took a quick step back from him.
    “No, thanks.”
    He chuckled. “Nick’s keeping you busy enough, is he?”
    He didn’t wait for an answer, and as he walked away, I quickly rushed back to the room, bursting in and was glad to see that Nick was still there.
    He held a plate of bacon and eggs in one hand and two mugs of coffee in the other. He put them down on a windowsill and then turned to face me. His eyes sharply focused on me and took on a dark look as they drank me in. He raised an eyebrow.
    “Ella, I’m going to offer you a little bit of advice. It’s probably best not to walk around like that. You can see through your shirt.”
    His eyes were on my breasts, and I felt my breath hitch in my chest as I began breathing more rapidly.
    “My shirt got wet,” I said, shrugging. “And I had to wash my bra so…”
    “So you didn’t put it back on. I can see that.”
    He took a step towards me. “Perhaps you should take the shirt off while it dries.”
    My heart was beating so fast. I didn’t know why I kept letting this happen. I shouldn’t have felt so turned on in this situation. It was wrong. But he reached out a hand, and his fingers skimmed my wet shirt just above the swell of my breast. My nipples hardened instantly at his touch, and I could feel the wetness already growing between my thighs. I squirmed awkwardly, wishing I were wearing panties at least.
    “Ella, you are quite the most…”
    I frowned as I waited for him to continue his sentence.
    “… The most irresistible woman I’ve ever met.”
    He undid the top button of my shirt, and I felt a pulse of heat between my legs. He reached inside the thin cotton and groaned as his hand cupped my breast. I gasped as he tweaked my nipple until it ached.
    My hands flew up and finished unbuttoning the rest of my shirt, brazenly shrugging it off.
    His pupils dilated as he took my breasts in both of his hands and then lowered his mouth to suck the sensitive skin on my breasts. His tongue twirled around my nipple as his hand reached for the zip on my jeans.
    As he slipped his hand beneath the denim, he groaned again, and I felt the vibrations from his deep