Jett (Sabers MC. Book 1)

Chapter Seventeen

Harper.

“Here.” He patted the bed next to him. His long legs already outstretched he kicked off his boots letting the clatter on to the floor with a thud. “Get in.”

I couldn’t move. Just stood with my back against the closed door and stared at him. He looked so relaxed against the pillows of the bed in the room he had said was mine.

He tugged down the corner of the sheets but didn’t make a move to slide under them.

It didn’t look tempting.

But could I get into bed with him? I knew he wanted me. Hell I wanted him as well. But would he think I was ready for something more? Would he expect me to sleep with him.

“I’m not going to force myself on your Harper, you are tired and I thought you could do with a nap.” He held up his hands, fingers spread and palms outwards. “I can leave if you want to be alone.”

I froze half way to the bed. Did I want to be alone?

In a house full of men I didn’t know?

“No.” I clambered under the covers, and he flipped them back over my body , his arm out stretched to tuck the sheets back in. Leaving me cocooned in fresh smelling warmth. I always got extra chilly when I was tired. “No I don’t want to be alone.” I admitted finally. Being alone was the last thing I wanted.

“Good.” He said it so quietly I turned my head to face him, he had settled himself back on his side. His cheek resting on his bent arm as he studied my face.

“Good?”

“Yeah because I don’t want to be alone either.” The corners of his mouth tugged up in a smile. “Come here.” His heavy arm pulled me closer to him. He left it around my waist . Not exactly holding me but keeping me almost against him.

His breath was warm on my face.

“Go to sleep Harper, you are safe.” His lips brushed my forehead, his breath tickling as he tucked me into his body. “I got you.”

Sleepily I relaxed against him. He was so unbelievably warm. Like cuddling into a hot water bottle.

“Jett…we shouldn’t… I don’t want you to think…” I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say. But it didn’t matter. His lips slid over mine silencing me.

“I am just holding you Harper, it’s doesn’t have to go further then this.” Another kiss and my arms went around his neck on their own accord.

“Just holding me?”

“And kissing you.” He pulled me against him , holding me there flush against his body. “Totally just holding and kissing you.”

“I thought you were happy with just being friends for now?” But I didn’t move away, I met his lips with small kisses of my own. Heat flooding my core.

Heat and something else.

Need, longing? I wasn’t even sure what I was feeling.

Lust.

“I am” His voice was getting lower, huskier. I could feel him press against my stomach. Thick and hard. ”Didn’t you know I kiss all of my friends like this? It’s like my thing.”

“All of your friends? Even Bat?”

“Especially Bat.” He traced the seem of my lips with his tongue. “Now stop talking about other men whilst I’m kissing you.”

I felt silent.

He definitely had a jealous streak but instead of being a turn off it was having the opposite effect on my body.

Heat pooled between my legs and I had no choice but to clench my thighs together.

As if he knew what I was thinking he groaned , his lips that had been soft and gentle hardened over mine. His tongue demanding entrance. It swept over mine, exploring my mouth with confident sure strokes. I met his tongue swipe for swipe.

I was making out with a biker.

Not just kissing one. Actually making out in bed with his erection pressed against my stomach. And it was the hottest kiss of my entire life.

My chest heaved against his. Breasts pushing against his chest. Everything I had said about taking things slow, about just being friends forgotten.

“God I want you.” He tore his mouth away , one huge hand on my thigh tugging my leg up and over his hip. He flexed and I sucked in a breath. Yeah I could definitely feel how much he wanted me.

“I want you so f*****g badly.”

I gave a little cry as he pushed against the thin material of my yoga pants. That’s all that was between us, jeans and pair of yoga pants. It was a breathy sound. Needy.

“Tell me to stop Harper, tell me to stop touching you. Please.”

I blinked up at him. He was begging me to stop? I had expected the opposite.

“I can’t.” I reached for him. It might be a bad idea, I was sure it was a bad idea but I needed him. At that moment at least. I needed his lips on mine and the feel of his hardness against me.

Maybe I needed more , but I definitely didn’t want him to leave me alone.

“I don’t want you to stop Jett, I want you to touch me. I need to feel safe and you make me feel that.”

“I can make you feel safe without us having s*x Harper.” His voice was strained. “The first time I make love to you I want it to be because you want me as much as I want you and not because you are scared and needing comfort. I don’t want you to have regrets” Pulling me back down against his shoulder he smoothed back my hair.

“I do want you.”

“Go to sleep Harper , there’s no rush for us to fool around.” He placed a kiss to the top of my head. “Sleep.”