Chapter Twelve
She didn’t know what she was asking me to do, and I didn’t know what the repercussions would be if I did what she wanted. She didn’t belong to me. I had a sneaky suspicion she belonged to Ghost. Maybe not officially, but they definitely had a relationship.
But with her underneath me in nothing but her underwear, I really didn’t care.
Chloe wanted me and that was enough because I had wanted her since she had walked into the clubhouse.
Hell, it might have happened before that.
When her face had drifted into my vision after my accident.
Was it possible to fall in love with someone at first sight, or was this just lust?
An infatuation with a sweet, beautiful woman who shouldn’t even look at me twice?
“You don’t know what you're asking me.” Lifting myself up on my elbow, I trailed my fingers down her slender throat and over the swell of her small breasts.
They heaved under my fingertips. Her breath came in little pants.
She shivered, and her body stiffened slightly.
“I’m not the man to take this from you. I’m too rough.”
She shook her head, her hair falling into her eyes. “You’re not rough. Not with me. You’re always gentle and kind. I need that, Pocket.” She covered my hand with hers. Covering her breast completely and I stifled back a moan. “I need you. Please?”
Maybe it was that one little word that did it. Maybe it was just that I wanted her so badly that my balls ached. It wasn’t even that I wanted to be her first that scared me. It was the fact I wanted to be her last.
I didn’t even care what Ghost had to say. If Chloe kept asking me to fuck her in her sweet little voice and saying please like she was begging me, then I would burn the world around me to keep her. I already knew that. Just like I knew I wouldn’t give her back to Ghost.
Not now.
“Say it again, Chloe,” I ground out between my gritted teeth. “I need to hear that you want me and that you really do want this. This can’t be a mistake. We can’t take this back.”
She didn’t even hesitate. “Please, Pocket, I want you,” she whispered the words and my mouth was on hers instantly. The fingers of my free hand slid under the simple lace of her bra and traced the edge of her nipple.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Tearing my lips away from hers, I let them travel down her slender throat. She gave a breathy little moan when my lips found her collarbone and I concentrated on that. She liked it when I kissed her there, I could tell.
So I nuzzled there, my finger swirling around and around her hard little nipple, teasing her until she was panting.
“You like when I kiss you here.” I sucked hard on her skin.
Hard enough that I knew I would leave a mark.
A little love bite so the whole world knew she belonged to me.
“And when I touch you here.” I slid the straps of her bra down so I could pop her perfect handful tits free and then my mouth was on her again.
My tongue tracing the same circle around her nipple that my fingers had done.
Around and around I did that until I heard the change in her breathing.
Drawing the hard little point into my mouth, I sucked hard, lathering it with my tongue to draw it up higher and harder than ever.
Her back arched off the bed with such violence that I was surprised I didn’t hear her joints crack.
She was so reactive. But that really shouldn’t surprise me.
These were all firsts for her. Or so she had said.
If I was the first man to ever touch her like this, then it was no wonder she was reacting like she was.
“Can I touch you?” Chloe asked in a small voice that was more a pant than anything else.
God, she was perfect. I gave her nipple one last suck, and then shimmied my body back up so I could find her lips again.
“Do you want to?” Biting down on her lip, I tugged it away from her teeth.
She nodded with a moan.
This was all turning her on. All of it. Even me pulling at her lips. She was goddamn amazing.
“You can touch me wherever you want to, Chloe.” Catching up her hand, I pressed it to my chest. “Touch me wherever you want.”
“But I don’t know how. What if I mess it up?” Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. I would have laughed if it had been anyone else, but I would never laugh at her. Not ever. Just days in, and I was smitten.
All it had taken was a sweet smile and those wide innocent eyes, and I was gone.
Giving her one last kiss, I rolled off the bed and onto my feet.
Stripping my own clothes off with jerky hands was harder than usual.
I had never been so excited to be with a woman before or so nervous.
I wanted to make it good for her. A woman’s first time was special, or so I understood, I hadn’t ever taken someone’s virginity.
I wanted this to be a first she would talk about to her friends and smile remembering.
My cock bounced against the thin material of my boxers, straining and eager to get out and be touched by her.
I looked down at her stretched out in the middle of my bed in nothing but her underwear. One rosy nipple still peeking out from beneath the faded lace, and I almost came in my boxers.
“You won’t mess anything up.” Hooking my thumbs in my boxers, I pushed them down my thighs and climbed onto the bed with her, kneeling so she could see exactly what she was letting herself in for.
Her eyes widened into startled saucers, but she didn’t move away.
Instead, she stroked one finger down my length.
I shuddered with need.
“You could never touch me in the wrong way, Chloe.”