6. Chapter 5 #3
I moved closer to her, reaching out to take her hand in mine. Why? No clue. I only knew I needed that connection with her like I needed to breathe. My hand lingered on hers longer than necessary, her skin soft beneath my calloused fingers. The garage suddenly felt ten degrees warmer.
She looked up into my face, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. Her gaze met mine, and something shifted in the air between us. She was close enough that I could smell the faint lavender scent of her shampoo, see the flecks of gold in her amber eyes.
"Jack," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I should have stepped back. Should have remembered why I'd brought her here to begin with, to explain the danger.
Not to act on the attraction that had been building since the moment she walked into my fucking clubhouse.
But the way she looked at me, like she was seeing past the patches and the nickname to the man beneath. ..
"This is a bad idea," I murmured, even as I moved closer.
"Probably," she agreed, but she didn't back away.
My hand came up to cup her face, thumb brushing across her cheek. "Once I start, I don't know if I can stop."
Her lips parted slightly, her breath quickening. "I don't think I want you to stop."
That was all it took. The last thread of my restraint snapped, and I pulled her against me, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that had none of the performance of our first encounter. This was real. Raw. Hungry. Desperate.
Honey melted into me, her arms sliding up around my neck as she pressed herself closer.
I backed her against the workbench, one hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped her hip.
She tasted like sunshine and rainbows. Sweet and addictive.
And I wasn’t a man who did sunshine and fucking rainbows, Goddamnit!
The kiss deepened, my tongue sliding against hers as a soft moan escaped her. The sound drove me wild, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since I first saw her. I lifted her onto the edge of the workbench, stepping between her thighs as her legs wrapped around my waist.
I used my hands to roam her back, her sides, hungry to feel more of her. When I finally broke the kiss, we were both breathing hard, her pupils dilated until only a thin ring of amber remained.
"Honey," I growled, my voice rough with need. "If we don't stop now..."
She silenced me with another kiss, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I don't want to stop," she whispered against my lips.
I pulled back just enough to see her face, to be sure. "You want this? Want me?" The question was more vulnerable than I'd intended, revealing too much of my own need.
Her eyes met mine, clear and certain. "Yes. I want you, Jack."
Something primal and possessive surged through me at her words. I lifted her off the workbench, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and carried her toward the spiral staircase that led to the loft.
I hurried up the stairs, Honey wrapped around me like her life depended on me. I nearly stumbled when Honey’s mouth found my neck and sucked, likely leaving her mark on me. I should probably worry about her proprietary action, but it only made me want to put my mark on her.
She slid her hands under my cut and T-shirt, caressing my skin with her impossibly soft palms. The second I got us on the landing, I moved to press her against the wall, my mouth finding hers with a hunger that surprised even me.
"Been needin’ this," I growled against her lips. “So fuckin’ long.”
Her response was to dig her fingers into my shoulders and pull me closer, rubbing her body against mine like a little cat wanting petted.
I pinned her with my hips, letting her feel exactly what she did to me, how hard my cock was for her, and was rewarded with a soft moan that vibrated against my mouth.
I slid my hands down her sides to her hips, then back up, taking the hem of her tank top as I went.
We broke the kiss just long enough for me to pull it over her head, revealing a simple black bra that somehow looked sexier than any lingerie I'd ever seen on any club whore. Hell, I’d never seen a woman look sexier than Honey did in that moment.
I traced the edge of the fabric with my finger, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
"Beautiful," I murmured, bending to press a kiss to the swell of her breast. Honey wasn't a passive lover.
She started to push my cut from my shoulders but stopped, her breathing ragged, but I could tell she was worried about something.
“What is it, baby?” I never wanted her to hesitate to take my body if she wanted it.
“Your vest.” She shook her head. “I know it means something and that it’s treated with respect.” Her breathing was coming faster and I could tell she didn’t know what to do. The desire waring with need on her lovely face nearly made me smile.
“You’re right. But just now, I could give a good Goddamn. And I don’t say that lightly. A man’s colors are sacred.”
“But—”
I leaned in to give her a hard kiss, thrusting my tongue deep before I continued. “I’m proud of you for noticing something important to me. But right now, the only thing I want is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Still, she took care in sliding the leather from my shoulders.
I took it from her and hung it carefully over the back of a nearby chair.
Honey stroked her hands under my T-shirt, tugging it upward with an eagerness that made my cock throb against my fly.
I raised my arms, letting her pull it over my head, watching her eyes widen as she took in the full expanse of my tattooed chest and abs.
"Oh," she breathed, her fingers hovering just above my skin like she was afraid to touch. "You're... wow."
I couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped me. "You can touch, darlin'. All you want."
She didn't need a second invitation, splaying her hands across my chest, exploring the ridges and valleys of muscle, tracing the lines of ink that told the story of my life. When her fingers brushed over my nipple, I hissed in a sharp breath, my hands tightening on her hips.
"Yeah," I growled, capturing her mouth in another hungry kiss as I reached behind her to unhook her bra. “That’s it. Touch all you want, baby.” The material fell away, and I pulled back to look at her.
"See something you like? Because I sure as fuck do.
" My voice was rough. Had a woman ever affected me so much? And why did this one?
"Everything," she breathed, her hands exploring the contours of my chest, tracing the lines of muscle beneath skin.
I couldn't wait any longer. I lifted her in one smooth motion, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I carried her toward the bed.
I laid her down carefully, following her down but catching my weight on my forearms. The contrast between us was stark—her small frame beneath my much larger one, her smooth skin against my scarred and tattooed body.
"You sure about this, Honey?" I asked, searching her face. No matter how badly I wanted her, I needed to know she was all in. "We can stop. Any time."
Her answer was to reach up and pull me down for another kiss, her hips rolling against mine in a way that made me groan. But I held back, determined to do this right.
"Use your words, darlin'," I insisted, though it nearly killed me. "Need to hear you say it."
"I want this, Jack," she said, her amber eyes meeting mine without hesitation. "If this is all I ever have, if we go our separate ways tomorrow, I want this. With you.”
That was all I needed. We would definitely have more of this. She wasn’t ready to believe me yet, but I was beginning to understand this wasn’t something I could fuck out of my system. No. Honey Webster was the woman I was keeping with me. Always.
I captured her mouth again as I found the fastening to her jeans. When I pulled back to peel the tight denim from her lithe body, to look at her, the sight nearly stopped my heart. She was perfect. All soft curves and smooth skin flushed with desire.
"Christ, look at you." I scrubbed my hand over my mouth. A small whimper escaped her lips as I let my gaze roam over her body as I dropped her jeans and panties over the side of the bed. Thank God she’d had slip-on shoes on because I didn’t want the first time with her to be with her half dressed.
I wanted to see every fucking mouth-watering curve she had.
I wanted to see and taste every fucking inch of her soft skin and lose myself in her body for as long as I could.
I lowered my head, taking the hardened peak of one nipple into my mouth, savoring her taste.
She tangled her hands in my hair, holding me to her as I switched to her other breast. Writhing beneath me, Honey’s breath came in short gasps I relished.
She was so responsive there was no way she had much experience.
Given she was near the same age as Wren, she was likely young enough to be my kid.
And I couldn’t care less. Age gap be damned, this woman was mine.
"Jack, please," she moaned, tugging at the waistband of my jeans.
I stood just long enough to strip off the rest of my clothes, feeling her eyes on me as I revealed myself fully. When her gaze dropped to my erection, her eyes widened slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The unconscious gesture nearly broke my control.
I gripped the base of my cock as we both looked our fill. Her naked skin was a honey-golden color, sun kissed and shimmering lightly as she broke out in a sweat. "You're so fucking beautiful," I said, meaning it more than I'd ever meant anything.
I moved back to the bed, positioning myself above her but not entering yet. Instead, I slid my hand between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for me. She gasped as I stroked her, her hips bucking against my hand.