Outside, thunder rumbled, and rain pattered. Excitement thrummed through her body, and her brain steeped in confusion. It was only a few minutes. An hour, at most. The rain would end soon, and he'd be on his way after she rejected his advances. That's what Stella tried to tell herself, at least. “Remember in the shed?” A smirk twisted along his words, smug and hot. Bishop was driven by hormones. He wasn't able to swallow the urge to touch her any longer. His body heat ghosted over her back as the biker leaned over her. Bishop's hands slid down her shoulders, along her arms, grasping her hands where they rested against the door. An electric thrill lit Stella's body. Her breathing hitched, despite herself, and she clenched her eyes shut. Stella nodded, her heart trembling with excitement. “Those little sounds you made, the gasps and whimpers, they've been driving me crazy,” he breathed. She didn't push him away or tense under his touch.
