Fury: Book 2 in the Vengeance MC series by Natasha Thomas Page A

didn’t say that we won’t talk, I just said that you need to give it time. Not a lot of it, a few days at most, but that’s the least you can do after taking off for so long. I’ll get in touch with you when I’m ready and we’ll organize a time to sit down, but until then, I’d appreciate it if you’d stay away.”
     
    I don’t like the sound of that. Not even a little bit.
    “If I agree to this, and I did say if, you’ve gotta know that I’m giving you time not backing off. You know what you mean to me, sweetheart, so don’t think me giving you what you want changes how deep that goes. I might not have been in the right place to do what I wanted before, but I am now.”
     
    “I don’t even know what that means, but I hear you. All I’m asking for is a few days. It’s Friday today, so why don’t we plan for Monday night after I get off work?”
     
    Hearing her put a deadline on it makes me feel a hell of a lot better about giving her space. I don’t like it and I won’t pretend that I do, but at the very least Avery isn’t trying to talk her way out of what we both know needs to happen.
     
    “On one condition,” I hedge.
     
    “And what would that be?”
     
    “That you promise if you need me, for any reason, that you’ll call. It doesn’t matter how insignificant you think your problem is, you promise that you’ll get hold of me.” I know this isn’t going to be easy for her seeing as she’s got no reason to trust me at the moment, but I need her reassurance before I give her my agreement.
     
    Tilting her head, assessing me through narrowed eyes, Avery doesn’t reply for long minutes, but when she does, I feel a weight lift off my shoulders I hadn’t known was there.
    “Fine, I promise. Happy now?”
     
    “Very,” I say immediately, grinning at her. Standing up, I order, “Now, see me to the door, babe.”
     
    Stomping her way to the front door, I don’t let her open it. Instead, I place a palm flat against it to which I lean all my weight and grab her around the waist spinning her into my chest.
     
    I’ll admit I should have thought what I did next out better, but I didn’t and I can’t bring myself to regret it either.
     
    Lowering my forehead to hers, locking her gaze with mine, I warn,
    “I’m going to give you something to think about while I’m waiting to see you again, sweetheart.”
     
    The recognition of what I’m about to do flares in Avery’s eyes as soon as I finish speaking, but she doesn’t move to push me away, so I take that as my opportunity to dip my mouth to hers and capture her lips in a kiss I’ve been waiting my entire life for.
     
    Avery doesn’t hold back and neither do I. This isn’t a gentle kiss, it’s ravenous, demanding, and all-consuming. It’s a kiss I’ll never forget.
     
    The taste of her mouth as she opens for me is like coming home, and it is in a way. I’ve fantasized about this more times than you can imagine, but I never thought it’d be this good. This perfect. Avery tastes like cotton candy and sunshine. Sweet and innocent. Fucking phenomenal.
     
    I nip, caress, tease, and pillage her mouth as she strokes her tongue along the length of mine. My hand finds the heavy weight of her hair, gathering it in my fist, I tug on it just enough to tilt her head into the perfect position to deepen the kiss even further.
     
    Everything after Avery unwinds her arms from around my waist – one going north to grab hold of the hair at the nape of my neck, the other up inside my shirt to explore the skin of my back – is a blur.
     
    Pushing her roughly against the door, I detangle myself and grip the back of her thighs, hoisting her up until she’s forced to wrap her legs around my waist. Avery comes willingly, curling her arms around my neck, one still intertwined in the hair at the base of my skull. If the soft moans escaping her throat every now and then, and the way her body glides erotically up and down the straining length of