Chapter Twenty-Two Spock
My fingers find the edges of Spock’s kutte, and I ease the heavy leather from his broad shoulders. For a moment, I simply hold it, feeling the weight of it in my hands.
This isn’t merely something he wears. The patches stitched into the leather tell the world who he is, where he belongs, and what he’s earned.
His club is his family. His brothers are men he trusts with his life—and the snarling Demon Dawgs emblem on the back carries every vow he’s ever made to them.
I don’t toss it over a chair or drop it on the end of the bed.
There’s a sturdy hook mounted on the wall beside the door, and I imagine it was placed there for this exact purpose. I carefully hang his kutte on it, smoothing my palm over one leather shoulder before turning back to him.
He’s watching me with an intensity that heats my skin. His eyes track over my features, but he doesn’t reach for me. He’s still giving me control, letting me decide how far this goes and how quickly we get there.
The realization loosens something in my chest.
I grip the hem of his black T-shirt. My knuckles brush the warm skin above his waistband, and his stomach tightens beneath my touch.
“Arms up,” I whisper.
One corner of his mouth lifts, but he obeys.
I draw the shirt slowly over his torso, revealing hard ridges of muscle inch by inch.
His chest is broad, his shoulders powerful, and his abdomen is carved with the kind of definition that comes from working with his body rather than spending time in the gym.
Dark ink curves over his skin, adding another layer to the dangerous man standing before me.
Once the shirt clears his head, I let it slip from my fingers to the floor.
For several heartbeats, all I can do is stare.
I knew Spock was muscular. I’ve felt that strength every time I’ve wrapped myself around him on his motorcycle and every time he’s placed himself between me and danger. Seeing him like this is different. Nothing is separating me from all that warm skin and solid muscle.
My gaze travels over him without apology.
“Like what you see?” he asks, his voice rough.
I raise my eyes to his. “I’m still deciding.”
His quiet laugh rumbles through the room, but it catches when I place both palms against his bare chest.
Heat pours into my hands. Beneath them, his heart beats hard and fast, proving I’m not the only one affected.
I flatten my fingers against him and allow myself to admire every magnificent inch. “Who am I kidding?” I murmur. “I decided the moment that shirt came off.” Rising on my toes, I brush my lips against his. That’s all it takes for his control to snap.
It’s only a peck—a soft, tentative touch meant to test the heat simmering between us.
A growl rumbles from deep in his chest as his arms lock around me. He yanks me flush against him, eliminating every sliver of space between our bodies, and crushes his mouth to mine.
There’s nothing hesitant about him now.
His lips devour mine with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs. I open beneath him, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming every breath, every thought, every ounce of restraint I still possess.
My hands slide over his bare back. Hard muscle flexes beneath my palms as I explore the powerful lines of his body, desperate to get closer even though I’m already pressed so tightly against him that I can feel the frantic beat of his heart matching mine.
One of his hands fists in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me while he angles my head and deepens the kiss. His other arm bands around my waist like steel, keeping me anchored to him.
I’ve never been kissed like this. I feel as if he’s sucking all the oxygen out of my lungs. As if he’s spent too long holding himself back and that one gentle touch of my lips has shattered the last of his control.
A needy sound slips from my throat. Spock swallows it, his grip tightening as he kisses me even more thoroughly. Heat pours through me, pooling low in my stomach until my knees threaten to buckle.
His hand leaves my waist and slides lower. Both palms close around my ass, and before I realize what he intends, he lifts me effortlessly from the floor.
I gasp against his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist on instinct. My arms circle his shoulders as he carries me across the room without breaking the kiss. The strength in his body makes me feel weightless, protected—and completely at his mercy.
He carries me to the bed and gently lowers me to the mattress, his mouth only leaving mine when he rises to look down on me.
Cool air brushes my swollen lips as I struggle to catch my breath.
Spock braces his hands on either side of me and looms over me, his muscular frame blocking out everything else. His eyes burn as they travel across my face, and the naked hunger in them sends another wave of heat through me.
For one suspended moment, neither of us moves.
I stare up at him, my pulse racing, knowing I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him now. So, I’m going to give myself to him.
I plant my palm against his shoulder and shift my hips. “Roll over.”
His eyebrows lift, a flash of surprise crossing his face before a wicked smile curves his lips. He lets me guide him onto his back, and I follow the movement until I’m straddling his waist.
His hands settle on my hips, but he doesn’t pull me down or urge me forward. He simply watches me, his chest rising and falling beneath me.
I lean over him until my hair brushes his bare skin. “Stay.”
His smile deepens. “Wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”
I slide off him and stand beside the bed between his legs. His gaze follows me, so intense I feel it like a physical touch. Turning my back would be easier, but I don’t. I face him as I reach behind me and find the zipper of my dress.
Our eyes remain locked while I slowly draw it down.
The soft rasp of the zipper sounds impossibly loud in the quiet room. Cool air slips over my exposed skin, raising goosebumps that have nothing to do with the room’s temperature.
Spock’s expression hardens with need, but he remains where I left him.
I ease the dress from my shoulders. The royal-blue fabric glides down my body before pooling around my feet like a puddle. I step free of it, resisting the instinct to cover myself as his hot gaze travels over me.
“Chloe,” he growls.
My name sounds like both a warning and a prayer.
I kneel between his boots. Placing one hand around his ankle, I tug the first boot free, then remove the other and set them aside. My fingers trail upward, skimming the hard muscles of his legs until I reach his waistband.
His entire body goes taut.
Still holding his gaze, I snag the tab of his zipper and slowly pull it down.
The sight of his cock bursting free from the denim confines has me licking my lips. He’s long and thick, a true masterpiece. He lifts his hips so I can pull his pants off. His cock sways with the motion. My core clenches with need as I imagine how it will feel moving inside me.
I’m so focused on his cock, that I don’t realize he’s moving until he lifts and positions my core over his mouth. My panties are still on until suddenly they’re not. The sound of silk ripping startles a squeak of protest out of me.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he growls before his tongue gets busy.
He bites, nibbles, and licks, building the pleasure into a crescendo.
My hips want to move, but his arms trap me in place like a vise.
All I can do is throw my head back and take what he’s doing to my body.
The orgasm comes slowly, building and building until it roars through me.
In a move so smooth that I don’t see it coming, Spock rolls me onto my back and slides into me with one powerful thrust. He fills and stretches me.
I feel incomplete when he draws back out, but sigh with relief when he slams back inside.
He repeats the motion over and over until I no longer feel his absence; I only feel him.
We fit together perfectly. The pleasure grows and grows, and I feel another orgasm rushing forward like a train.
I don’t want it to end, but I don’t know if I can take any more.
He slams his mouth against mine as he swallows my scream.
His hips piston again until he moans out his own release.
As soon as my mind returns to my body, I stiffen as he pulls out. He looks at me with confusion and worry as he stands. I glance down to see him removing a condom, and I breathe a relieved sigh.
“Are you okay?” he asks me as he ties it off.
“When did you put on a condom?” I ask in surprise.
He chuckles. “When I distracted you with my tongue.”
Embarrassed, I cover my face with my hands. How could I have been so oblivious as not to have noticed? Worse, how could I have been so distracted as to forget about protection?
When Spock presses a warm, damp cloth to my pussy, I uncover my face and just stare down at him.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Taking care of you,” he replies. “I’ll always take care of you.”
Seeing the truth in his eyes eliminates any remaining doubts that I had about the wisdom of my decision.