Moving across the room, he took long, confident steps until he stood right in front of me. My back pressed against the wall. I had to tilt my head up to look up into his dark brown eyes. At the same time, he was forced to look down at me. He must not have liked the angle in which we were forced to stare at each other because, with a grunt of disapproval, he dipped down. His hands gripped my thighs as he lifted me off my feet. My legs wrapped around his waist while my hands went to his shoulders. He was dressed only in a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, dangerously low. On the other hand, I was dressed in a sundress that he pushed up around my waist. Now we were at eye level. This seemed to please him as a smile grew on his lips. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to mine.
***This is book # 8 in The Thunder Wolves MC series. If you have not read the others, I recommend reading them first. :) Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this one as much as you have the others.