Chapter 25 #2
“This is so cool!” she shouted so I could hear her over the wind and through our helmets.
I grinned, loving the fact that she was enjoying it. Making a turn, I opted for the frontage road rather than the main highway. I wasn’t ready to take her on that yet. There were too many maniacs out there driving to trust her safety to them.
The sun beat down on us as I drove her around the city.
I’d made the turn to head back home when I caught something out of the corner of my eye.
Turning my head slightly, I watched in bemusement as she waved at another passing motorist. They waved back.
She did that the whole way home and racked up enough smiles and waves from people that I had a permanent grin on my face by the time we pulled back into the club parking lot.
“Oh my gosh!” she gushed as she got off and pulled the helmet off. “That was so much fun. No wonder you guys love it so much!”
I chuckled and took the helmet from her. This time I stashed it in one of my saddle bags. This wasn’t going to be the last time we rode together, though maybe not until the baby was born. “Glad you liked it.”
She chattered on as we went inside and climbed the stairs toward our apartment. “Everyone was so nice!”
“You probably made a bunch of people’s days, waving like that.”
She gave me a happy grin and it snapped something inside of me. I shoved the door closed behind us, then pushed her gently against it. Her eyes widened as she stared up at me. “What-”
I quieted her with a kiss. For a moment anyway.
She moaned, parting her lips for me as she melted into my body.
How was a man supposed to hold out against that?
Groaning, I kissed her harder than I’d meant to.
My plan was to be soft and kind with her.
She deserved all the good and decent things.
But that wasn’t who I was and I wanted her too fucking much.
Tearing away from her mouth, I bit her jaw before trailing my lips over her neck. Her gasps were enough to spur me on. My hands were moving on their own and a tearing sound filled the air.
“Smokehouse!”
I’d torn her shirt right down the middle, but I didn’t give a damn.
“I’ll get you a new one,” I muttered in between kisses as I moved down her body.
Grasping her ass, I hiked her up, then pinned her lower body to the door with my own.
My hips settled between her legs and I was sure I could die a happy man as long as I did it this close to her.
Her breasts were heaving, almost eye level, exactly where I wanted them.
I palmed the left, still encased in lace, as I sucked the nipple on the other.
The noises she made the last time I’d fucked her had been on repeat in my mind while I slept, ensuring I woke up hard as steel every morning.
I’d been jacking off for over a month to the memory of how she’d felt…
tasted…of everything I could remember from that night.
Now I was going to remember it all perfectly because I hadn’t even had a fucking beer yet today. She whimpered as I yanked down her bra, leaving it down on her ribs so I could give her pretty tits the attention they deserved. She was all peaches and cream and made my mouth water.
“Smoke,” she sighed, her hands tugging on my hair as she threaded her fingers through it. She yanked until I lowered my head again and bit one stiffened peak. Her high pitched sound was filled with surprise and desire.
I sucked the sting from my teeth away, then moved over to the other side to do the same. She was writhing in my arms, as much as she could, sandwiched between my body and the wall.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what, Wildcat?”
“I want you to love me.”
Pulling my head back, I looked down into her eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright pools as she stared back.
I wasn’t sure if she was asking me to love on her body or…
the other thing. Either way, I was in for the long haul.
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close as I walked to her room.
One of these days I’d get her back into my bed, but for now, where she slept was our place.
I laid her gently on the bed. The need to be rough with her was warring with the knowledge that I had to be careful because of our child.
Well, that and because of my dick. I’d learned early on that I was bigger than most. It required revving the women I slept with up enough that they could take me.
Poor Serena Brown and I had learned that lesson the hard way the first time we’d had sex at sixteen years old.
The way she’d screamed still echoed inside my head. I was always gentle from that point on.
I stared down at her, enjoying the sight of her sprawled out on the bed. Her shirt was in tatters on either side of her, the bra down around her waist. Her legs fell open in invitation. Fuck. She was so damn beautiful it made my damn chest hurt.
She lifted her arms toward me. “I want your hands on me. Please.”
I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties off over her shapely hips.
Tossing them aside, I worked silently until all her clothes were off.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I uttered, voice hoarse.
She ducked her head in embarrassment. “Don’t,” I told her, crawling up to cover her body with mine.
“I want to see your face. Want to see the pleasure I give you.”
“Okay,” she whispered, meeting my eyes. “Could you start doing that though?”
I laughed and gave her an evil grin. “Is my girl aching?”
“So badly,” she admitted in a breathless voice.
“Here?” I asked, tweaking one of her nipples.
Her back arched, but she shook her head. “No. Lower.”
I let my hand slide down over her belly and gripped her hip.
“Almost,” she moaned.
“Ah, you want me to pet that pretty pussy, don’t you?”
She nodded, her chest heaving as she watched me move lower and settle into place between her splayed thighs. She was moving restlessly until I pinned her down with an arm over her hips.
I was careful not to hit her stomach. She wasn’t showing yet, but I couldn’t wait to see her belly rounded as my child grew within her. I moved up enough to place a kiss there before getting back to business. My fingers brushed over her softness and I was surprised at how wet she was already.
She gasped out my name as her hips fought to arch against the slight touch. She was so damn sensitive. I smiled, knowing I was about to drive her wild.