“Um, hey. Have we met?”

Christ. Her voice was sugar and spice and every fuckin’ fantasy I’d ever had.

“Nope. I would’ve remembered that. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” God, could I be more of an asshole?

“Ha. Thanks. You mind moving back a little? The hood of the car is still a little warm, and I’m burning my ass here.” She blushed.

Holy fuck. I was amazed that she actually just blushed at me. Then, I realized that her ass was still on the hot car. I quickly took a step back, but not before I hooked my hands behind her knees so I could pull her forward. She made a startled noise and grabbed my shoulders as her ass cleared the end of the hood. Perfect. She wrapped her legs around my middle, trying to get her balance, and I slid my hands up the backs of her smooth thighs, finally resting them just underneath her shorts on her ass cheeks. She was exactly where I wanted her. Now, I just had to get her horizontal or against a wall. It didn’t really matter to me at this point.

“Uh, I’m good, you know? You can, uh, just put me down anywhere. I mean, set me down. I can stand. No permanent damage.” She laughed nervously. “Really, we’re all good.”

I tilted my head down, so our faces were just inches apart. Damn, she was small. At around six feet tall, I was no giant, but I felt massive next to her. She was looking at me with these wide green eyes, all innocent. Her face was still rosy from her blush, and her bottom lip was snagged between her teeth. Damn, she was sexy. I knew I was freaking her out, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I lowered my head farther, and just when she thought I was going to kiss her, I turned my head and ran my beard and then my mouth down her neck. She smelled like cinnamon, and she tasted all tangy and fantastic. I wanted to fuckin’ consume her. So, I started with her neck. I bit and licked and sucked on her from her ear to her collarbone.

At first, she pushed at me like she was trying to get away, but I knew that wasn’t the case. These girls came here for this. They came for a chance to fuck an Ace—or twenty—and carve a few notches on their tiny belts. I was sure some of the bitches were hoping to find a man, but that didn’t happen often. Brothers didn’t want sluts for old ladies. Fuck, with this girl though? I probably wouldn’t care if she’d fucked every brother in the club.

I ignored it when she was pushing at me, but I sure as shit felt it when her body relaxed against mine, and her legs tightened around me. I had her. I strode to the corner of the building, still worshiping her neck and ears until we ran straight into a wall. And I mean, we ran into it. I was afraid for a second that I had hurt her until I heard a husky giggle in my neck.

“In a hurry?” she asked with a smile in her voice.

Fuck yes, I was in a hurry. Not only did I not want her to change her mind, but her legs were also wrapped so tightly around my back that they were digging into my tattoo. Her hands didn’t feel any better hanging on to my shoulders. I needed to pin her up against the wall to take some of the fuckin’ pressure off.

“I’m Dragon.”

I figured we should get the whole name bullshit out of the way. I wanted her to be screaming my name when she came—none of that generic shit and not the name I was given at birth. Everyone around the club started calling me Dragon the year before. The name came from a throw down I had with a local dealer. Dude’s name was Jorge, and I fucked his shit up. Bad. I did it quick, too. After that, the vice president of the MC, Poet, started calling me Dragon. Some shit about a story of St. George and the Dragon. I was fine with it. I earned it. New name. New life.

She’d call me Dragon, and she’d know exactly who was fucking her. “I’ve got a room in the house. Why don’t I take you in there and make you scream it?”

She blushed again even brighter than the first time and cleared her throat. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dragon. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. This was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t sleep with guys who I don’t know. I’m sorry. I’m sure I look like a total cock tease right now. Can you put me down?”

She was wiggling around, and her legs had dropped from around my waist, so I was holding her by her knees again. I probably would have decided she wasn’t worth the hassle. I didn’t have to beg women or even seduce them to fuck them. They came to me, always had. Now that I got my cut, I had a feeling they’d be even thicker on the ground. Yeah, I would have decided that she wasn’t worth the trouble, but then the word cock came slipping out of those rosy lips. It didn’t fit her; she didn’t look like she’d even said the word before, but it was erotic as hell to watch it form on her lips. Plus, who the hell said cock tease? Fuckin’ adorable.

“Christ, you’re sweet,” I mumbled, and I dove straight for those lips.

She had some sticky sweet lip gloss on, and I licked it off before pushing inside her mouth. I had barely gotten my tongue inside before she started whimpering and grabbing at my hair. It was like she couldn’t get my face close enough to hers even though she was barely moving her lips. There was something about the way she did it though—the desperation—that made my dick twitch in anticipation. She needed it, and she was waiting for me to give it to her.

As far as I was concerned, kissing was overrated—the kind of thing a man does to get a bitch in his bed. With her though, I could have tasted her mouth for days. She tasted slightly of beer, which I hadn’t noticed that she’d been drinking, and her tongue kept shyly reaching out from her mouth to rub against mine.