Iron Sentinels MC, 5
Running her flower shop brings Sophie peace, until the day Diesel walks through her door. Scarred, brooding, and fiercely loyal, the Iron Sentinels MC rider is everything she should avoid. But when trouble targets Sophie’s shop, Diesel becomes the only man standing between her and the chaos.
Diesel has one rule. Stay detached. But from the moment he meets Sophie, everything changes. She’s warmth and softness in a world he’s long since given up on. When a violent enemy sets their sights on her shop and the land it sits on, Diesel steps in to protect her. No questions. No hesitation.
Loving a man like Diesel isn’t easy. And once he claims her, he won’t let go.
Excerpt:
The moment Sophie unlocked her door and stepped inside, Diesel was there, his large frame filling the doorway, eyes dark with want. She didn’t make it two steps before he had her pinned against the door, his mouth claiming hers with bruising force. She gasped into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled against her throat, kissing a path down her neck, teeth grazing her skin.
“No,” she breathed, trembling. “Don’t you dare stop.”
With a raw curse, he carried her to the bedroom, his control hanging by a thread. They fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Diesel tore off his cut and shirt, revealing a canvas of tattoos, muscles flexing beneath scarred, sun-kissed skin.
Sophie’s breath caught at the sight of him. He looked beautiful and rough, every inch a man shaped by a hard life. But when he looked at her, it wasn’t roughness she saw. It was reverence.
He slowed, his hands trembling slightly as he undressed her with surprising care, like she was something fragile he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch. Finally, she was naked before him.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, voice hoarse. He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, eyes searching hers. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me,” she whispered back, her voice barely a breath.
With a tortured groan, he kissed her again. It was deeper, slower this time, as if trying to memorize every inch of her. His hands mapped her body, rough palms skimming soft curves, drawing shivers from her with every touch.
Sophie arched into him, helpless beneath the onslaught of sensation. She’d never been kissed like this, worshipped with lips and tongue and hands that left her aching and breathless. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, traced her slick pussy lips with his fingers. Sophie groaned, begged him to take her.
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