The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox Page B

keep him from coming in the door.
    “I am really tired,” she said.
    “Hell, I get that,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “Why do I sense that that is code for you that you’re fucking pissed off at me for some reason?”
    Foley cocked his eyebrow. He didn’t wait for an answer. He hoisted her up into the room and closed the door behind them. 
    “I’ll respect your space if you want it, Savannah,” he said firmly. “But I think we have had this conversation before. If you have something to say, say it. If you’re going to hold me accountable for something you better let me know what it is.”
    There was a hint of amusement in his face, but she had no doubt he was not playing. He was definitely calling her on the carpet.
    “Where were you tonight?” she asked finally.
    “I was at work,” he said. “And then on the way home, I got a call.”
    “Let me guess, Susan,” she said acidly. “Does she know you two are divorced? And don’t give me that crap about her being a transplant from another town. She’s a good looking, smart woman. She could find new friends,  easily .”
    Foley closed the distance between their faces.
    “Oh, really?” he asked. “Think she’s good looking?”
    Savannah shrugged. “She’s gorgeous.”
    “Shit, baby. So are you,” he said. “You have no reason to be jealous.”
    “I need to be with a man who doesn’t have a needy ex-wife,” she said.
    Foley got very quiet. So quiet it made Savannah nervous. She didn’t know how this man was going to react and that made her feel vulnerable. She had felt more comfortable when she kept her feelings to herself. It was that moment she was afraid she had done something that might make him go away when she really knew how much she wanted him to stay. Finally, he reacted. He took her into his arms in a hug so complete she thought she would get lost in him. 
    “I know exactly how you feel,” he whispered. “Thank you for telling me. I’m not going to let my past get in the way of my future. I’m crazy about you, Savannah. I think about you day and night. And I don’t want to lose you. I’m not sure where it’s heading, but I want to find out. You’re something truly special in my life.”
    “That means so much to hear that.”
    He smiled as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
    “I know you’re tired.
    “I am beat.”
    When he held her in his arms, she imagined the intense physical nature of his job. The constant high alert. She worked at home. She interfaced with her client via video-chat. They told her what they wanted in the article she had to write. She had no stress usually. All over again she felt enormously selfish. It was high-time she took care of him.
    Savannah stepped up onto the ottoman that butted up against the overstuffed chair in Savannah’s bedroom. She was now as tall as he was. She pushed his leather vest off of his shoulders and down his massive biceps. She realized that half down his arms it might have been smarter to do one arm at a time. 
    She lost her balance into him as she tried to figure it out. He caught her mouth with his. He was such a loving, gentle, handsome giant. His chest was so broad and hard. Her soft plush chest pushed up against his iron form. Finally, he wrapped his tangled arms around the small of her waist and whisked her to the bed.
    “I was going to draw you a bath,” she murmured against his lips.
    “Another time,” he replied.
    It was very clear to her via the intense hard prodding at her thigh that Foley was not interested in bathing at the moment. Her belly swirled with warmth. He laid her down, the cushiony mattress and bedclothes rising up around her in complete comfort. Savannah felt so decadent. A wicked smile painted her lips.
    “What are you thinking about?”
    “Lots.”
    He shot her a devilish look. “Me too. I’m having this fantasy. We kiss and fuck, and sweat and touch until we both come.”
    Savannah stuck her curling tongue out for him to