I pause when I see the bedroom door is closed. That’s weird. When I open it, I drop my clothes on the floor, the same time my jaw hits it. My eyes bulge and all the blood rushes to my dick.
Her shirt is lying discarded on the floor. The blanket just covers her nipples, leaving her creamy skin on display. The only thing around her neck is the gold necklace with the cross on it. She’s not even naked and I’m drawn to her. I’ve never felt this type of powerful pull to a woman before... like if I don’t touch her or taste her soon, I might die.
I gulp and peel my shirt off my body and throw it on the floor. My heart pounds faster with every step I take toward her. Her chest rises and falls heavily. She looks so angelic, so innocent, but I know better. I crawl into bed. With other women, I just wanted to have sex and get off, or get my dick sucked, but not with her. I want to savor every moment and fuck her so good that she’ll never forget about me.
“Lay down, beautiful,” I murmur thickly. I’m panting with anticipation as she shuffles down, her big blue eyes resting on me. “I’m dying to fuck you.”
She bobs her head, biting her lip. She looks nervous. I kiss the bruise left by the bike falling on her. I clutch the blanket and pull it away from her, gradually lowering it to expose her perfect skin, delicious curves, and perky breasts. I want to burn her body into my memory. I don’t know if this will be the only time I see it.
She’s still wearing panties, but that’s all. When my eyes reach hers again, she’s avoiding my gaze. “Hey,” I say and cup her chin to lift her eyes to mine. “You’re gorgeous... you know that?”
Her lips tip up. I kick my jeans off, and her eyes latch on to my dick, making it throb painfully. I lean over, grab a condom, and put it down near her. I grip the thin straps of her underwear and tug. She lifts her hips, granting my request, and I drag her panties down her luscious legs.
I need her mouth. My lips meet hers before I pepper kisses down her neck, along her collarbone to the top of her breast. She squirms, making me grin. My lips close over her pebbled nipple, and her sweet little moan is the best sound I’ve ever heard. My mouth is watering for more. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
Her fingers thread through my hair as I kiss between her breasts, then down her flat stomach. I’m enjoying exploring her body. My hand traces her hip, then I press a soft kiss there. She rubs her thighs together, and I can’t stop the cocky grin on my face, knowing she’s aching for me.
“We can go as slow as you want,” I murmur. I’m drunk, overcome with need, but I’m holding myself back for her, giving her what she needs.
“I want you to kiss me,” she says breathlessly. I crawl up her body. Her arms go around my shoulders and I press my lips to hers. My tongue slips through her parted lips, sending scorching heat through my body. Our tongues move together in a sweet rhythm. When she sucks on my tongue, I let out a low moan.
My fingers work their way down and into her pussy. She’s soaking wet. This time I put my fingers to my mouth, tasting her. She licks her lips. My hand goes back down, and this time I push a finger inside, which makes her back bow.
“Oh God...” she mutters through heavy breaths.
“Not God, just me, baby.”
Two fingers work inside of her now, then my thumb presses on her sweet spot and she bucks. With a swift motion, I reach over, snatch the condom, rip open the packaging using my teeth, and effortlessly roll it onto my erection. I rise over her and her legs open wide for me. I move between her thighs and rest the bulk of my weight on my elbows.
With our bodies pressed together, our lips meet again. The hunger in our kisses is intense. I grab my cock, align it to her, then slowly push it in. She sucks in a harsh breath. “I’ve got you,” I say reassuringly, allowing her to stretch, then slowly rocking in and out of her until her body relaxes.
I slip my hand under her and cup her ass cheek, pulling her against me so that I can go deeper inside of her. I moan aloud; she’s hot, wet, tight—perfect. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I take that as a sign to speed up. I lick the sweat from her neck.
Our bodies move slickly together. She’s throbbing around me.So fuckin’ good.I drive into her again and again, her cries getting louder. Her fingernails claw my back. Our movements become faster, deeper, harder. She thrashes underneath me. I’m lost in the moment as her walls constrict around me and she screams. I let out a guttural groan as I follow her over the edge and release into her.
Our breathing is heavy as I drop my face into the crook of her neck. I give us a moment before I pull out, get up, and get rid of the condom in the trash can. When I turn to face her, I nearly step back. Her messy blond hair surrounds her face, her heavy breathing makes her chest rise and fall, and her lips are plump. She tenses when she sees me looking at her and leans down to grab the blanket. I sit on the bed beside her. “Don’t be embarrassed, babe. I fucking love your body. You’re a dream.” I’ve never been good with words, but I know I could never explain to her how beautiful she is.
Her eyes soften. I pull the blanket back up and lie down next to her. She shuffles into my side and rests her head on my chest. I soothingly stroke her arm until she falls asleep. I want to wake her up and ravage her body again. The way she looks at me, holds on to me, kisses me. I want to hold on to this feeling forever, holding her tight, enjoying the warmth of her in my arms.
I know she has strong feelings for me and knowing that someone like her likes me has made me so happy. Maybe she loves me... Wait a second... back the fuck up. Do I want her to love me?I’m not good enough to be loved by someone like her. Can I love her?I don’t know.It’s possible what we have is real. Her being here feels right. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
I’m woken by a light knock on the door. The room is dark. I yawn. I hear another three knocks, so I gently settle Elena on the bed, shuffle over, then grab my jeans from the floor and get into them, doing up my zipper as I open the door to see Reaper, his face stern.
My guard goes up. “Is everything alright?”
“We’ve got to do the trip tonight. Everything should stay the same. The police will stay out of our way, and the Kings of Chaos are meeting us by the Crown Hotel.”
I peer over my shoulder at Elena. Damn, I really don’t want to leave her. “Is Rage here?”
He gives me a sharp nod. “He’s downstairs.”
“I’m coming down now.” I step inside, grab my shirt, and pull it over my head while I follow Reaper. As I walk downstairs, the men at the bar stare at me. Viper has a smug-ass look on his face. I make my way over to them. “What?”
“Have a goodnight, did you?” asks Viper.
I play stupid, but he knows what happened. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I don’t want to brag, so I’m unsure what to say.
Viper raises a brow. “Cat got your tongue?”
