Holy fuck!
If it werenโt for the flex of the muscles under his palms, Mitch would have thought he was dreaming. A nearly naked Finn was like the vision in his dream come true. A dream had woken him from a disturbed nightโs sleep, where heโd been up periodically to check on Finn. A dream where Finn came to him. And now he was in Mitchโs arms. Nearly.
I should let go. I should push past.
He should follow through with his original plan to escape to the bathroom and take care of the raging hard-on heโd woken up with, but God help him, he could hardly bring himself to breathe, let alone move.
He was lost in the bright blue eyes that turned darker , the pupils swallowing the irises. Finn blinked, and Mitchโs gaze roamed from Finnโs eyes to his lips, his freshly shaved jaw, then to his throat. Finn swallowed heavily, and his Adamโs apple held Mitchโs attention. Mitch wanted to lean in and feel the movement with his mouth, to suck at Finnโs throat where he could see his pulse ticking. Mitch couldnโt help himself, not after so many weeks of longing and the couple of days spent in such close quarters. He took a step back but didnโt let go of Finnโs arms, wanting, needing to make sure Finn didnโt move.
The small amount of space allowed his gaze to wander farther down Finnโs body, taking in the smooth torso with golden skin and the tattoos that adorned his flesh. Angel wings stretched from shoulder to shoulder under his clavicles and took up most of his chest. His arms were inked from his biceps to his wrists. Finn was like a walking work of art, but that wasnโt what took the last of Mitchโs breath away. What sucked all the air from Mitchโs lungs was Finnโs obvious arousal, the towel wrapped tightly around his hips unable to hide his erection. Mitchโs gaze roamed slowly upward over Finnโs taut stomach, past his mouthwatering chest and that sexy-as-hell tattoo, past the lips he wanted to lean in and taste, until he finally met Finnโs eyes. What he saw there stunned him.
The desire being radiated back was undeniable.
Finn trembled under Mitchโs touchโor maybe that was his own hands shakingโas time stood still. Head full of jumbled thoughtsโshould I, shouldnโt I?โthen the tiniest movement made up his mind. Finn leaned forward. The motion was hardly discernible but left no doubt and caused Mitchโs heart to race. Finn wanted him, and that was all Mitch needed to know. He wouldnโt have been able to hold back now, even if he wanted to.
******
Detective Mitch OโNeill is the ideal man to infiltrate the Soldiers of Fury Motorcycle Club. His ex-boyfriend, Peter, is pledged with the club, which provides Mitch with the perfect cover. Despite the relationship ending badly, heโs come to terms with Peterโs drug addiction and his inability to help. All Mitch wants now is to bring down the Soldiers and the club president, Rocky Cummings, once and for all.
Finn Cummings hates everything the motorcycle club stands for, but heโs unable to escape his brotherโs clutches. When Mitch is assigned as Finnโs driver, they spend countless hours together, and the saying proves trueโopposites do attract. Finn agonizes over his feelings for Mitchโthe last thing he wants is to involve himself further with criminals, not when he wants to leave that world. Mitch tries to come to terms with falling for a member of the outlaw club heโs determined to destroy.
If they can survive the fallout from Rockyโs violence and the investigation, they might discover itโs not a case of opposites attract after all.
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