What He Wants (Phantom Riders MC #3)

Big John...club enforcer. He's big and scary and he sets his sights on Daisy the instant he locks eyes on the curvy beauty.
Daisy...she's grown strong and independent since leaving an abusive marriage, but nothing prepares her for the hulking, sexy biker who wants to claim her!

Excerpt -
“Would you, ah, like a wash first?”

“Yeah that sounds good,” I said, walking her way. The closer I got, the more color that stained her cheeks, and then she was biting down on that bottom lip and all I could think of was sucking that tempting flesh inside my mouth.

F**king hell this was a mistake. I knew that I’d wanted her the other day but the intensity of it today scared the living shit out of me. I wasn’t sure I had the control I’d need to keep from hurting her. When I wanted a woman I just took her, but it was usually a club whore. I couldn’t recall the last ‘good girl’ I’d wanted to pin down and f**k hard.

I sat down in the chair she indicated. I didn’t usually go in for all that wash and blow shit. When I wanted a haircut I got a haircut and that was it. But I wanted Daisy’s hands on me and right now I’d take them anyway I could get them.

“Um, I need you to−” She stopped talking as soon as our eyes met. It was obvious she was nervous as hell, and probably afraid. Good, she needed to be. She was tiny compared to me.

“What, baby?” Her eyes dilated. They f**king dilated. “What do you need me to do?” My nostrils flared as I took in her tantalizing scent. Musk, and something flowery that caused my dick to punch forward.

“I need you to scoot down in the chair so I can get your head into the sink.”

I grinned at the huskiness of her voice, moving my big frame into position. Once I arranged my head into the sink she turned on the water. I never much thought about having my hair washed before and Daisy was fast and efficient running the hot water through it before lathering it up with shampoo. When her nails began to massage my scalp I closed my eyes and groaned because it felt that good.

“Am I hurting you?” her soft voice asked me.

“No.” Something brushed across my forehead and I opened my eyes. She was bent over me, the cross around her neck brushing against me with her movements. And shit, something else I noticed, my nose was nearly buried in her cleavage. I inhaled deeply, taking in more of her warm scent.

“Sorry,” she laughed softly, the sound going straight to my throbbing dick. She moved the cross aside but as soon as she went back to scrubbing my scalp it went right back to where it’d been. I could care less, my gaze was riveted on the enticing view of her cleavage and the mounds of creamy flesh staring me in the face. The urge to stick my tongue out and lick her there was so overpowering that a shudder moved through me.

“Are you cold?” I grinned, yeah, that’s exactly what I was but I kept my mouth shut. She moved upward to reach the sprayer. “I’m so sorry!” Her hand moved toward the dangling jewelry and I grabbed her around the wrist.

She gasped. All movement stopped as our eyes clashed. She licked her lips and I knew that if I didn’t do something about my dick soon it was going to burst right through the zipper. “I got it.”

There was a question in her eyes but she didn’t say or do anything. I wondered what kind of a fool I was for even touching her. Still holding her wrist, I brought my other arm up between our upper bodies and reached for the cross.