When he pulls back, I give him the full-throated apology he deserves. “I love you too, and I think I always have. It’s one of the reasons I never tried to hook up with other men over thelast four years. That and being constantly on the run. I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you that you were Katie’s father as soon as we reconnected. I should have made that a priority.”
A relaxed grin jumps onto his face. “Ancient history, darlin’. Almost losing you to those assholes made me remember what’s important in life.”
“Thank God,” I tell him. “All I want is for us to settle down and raise our daughter.”
“You like living with me at the clubhouse?”
“Yeah, I love it. I like your suite. It’s clean and comfortable. Katie has her own room, and your family is close. I think Katie would have an absolute meltdown if she couldn’t see Queenie every day. And, like you said before, it’s safe from any troubles that come our way. Your club brothers might be a rowdy bunch but even I can see they’re bikers with a heart of gold.” Running one hand up his chest, I add, “Kind of like you.”
His expression lights up and he gives me a sexy chin jerk. I know that means he wants me to kiss him. What woman could resist an opportunity to kiss the hot, sexy, tatted up biker of her dreams. Not this girl. I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him down for that kiss he wanted.
He lets me control the kiss for about five seconds before he takes over. His kisses are always fierce and hungry, and tonight is no different. His hands settle on my waist and he pulls me closer, guiding me onto the bed beside him.
My whole world narrows to the warmth of his touch, the feel of his lips against mine and the way the heat from his body seeps into mine, warming me to the core. We lose ourselves inthe moment. His touches are confident but he’s careful where he touches, artfully working around my injuries. My arousal spikes, because Slate remembers exactly what I like and need.
Slate leans over me and his lips graze the side of my neck. “I thought I lost you today,” he whispers breathlessly in my ear.
“You didn’t lose me,” I whisper back. “That won’t ever happen again. I love you and I’m here to stay this time.”
He kisses me again. His mouth is warm and gentle with a hungry edge that speaks volumes about his need.
I slide my hands up his arms, feeling the thick corded muscle he’s taken a lifetime to build. Everything about this man is masculine, rough and rugged. His body and personality have been shaped by years of stepping up and carrying more than his share. I love that about him but can’t help but wonder who steps up for him. Probably his family, but I want to be the one who has his back, that makes him feel loved in a romantic way and needed as a man. He’s a generous man who deserves someone to pay close attention to his needs and give back, instead of just taking.
As we tangle tongues, a slow heat builds at every point where our bodies touch. He moves, rarely taking his eyes off me while he discards his clothing. When he lifts the hem of my shirt, I eagerly lift my hands so he can pull it off. While he reaches around to unhook my bra, I kick my jeans and panties off. I’m desperate to reconnect after everything we’ve been through today. Being naked and skin to skin with him has always been amazing and I want to experience that again. His hands skim along my sides making my nipples hard and my pussy wet for him.
He kisses his way down my throat, and I tilt my head back, giving unspoken permission to do as he likes with me. I enjoy submitting to Slate because he never disappoints me.
When his talented tongue begins toying with my nipples, teasing them gently with his teeth and sucking on them, I can’t lay still and do nothing. My hand comes up to caress his shoulders and I pull him closer. He nips at the tender skin under my breasts making my arousal soar. If I’m not careful this man is going to make me come from nipple play alone.
I run one hand through his hair, gathering it and pulling it back from his face. He likes it when I pull him back and urge him downwards. I can tell by the sexy smirk on his face.
“If you want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours, all you have to do is ask, darlin’.”
Fully aroused and looking him straight in the eye, I say, “Lick away. I’ve missed your talented tongue.”
His smirk melts away, replaced by something far more sincere. He glances away for a second before his eyes lift to mine again. His emotions are on full display, along with his vulnerability. “I’ve missed having you in my life, under me in bed, and the taste of you on my tongue.”
His rough words melt my heart. I cup his face in my hands and give the kind of long, adoring kiss he loves. When he happily moves down my body again, I spread my legs wider to make room for his big muscular body. And mercy, the things that man does with his tongue set my body on fire.
He circles my clit, slowly at first and then faster until I’m about to come all over the place. Then he slides one finger in andtaps my g-spot. All it takes is one firm lick over my clit for me to come with his name on my lips.
I begin pulling him up because I want him inside me in the worst way.
Slate presses his forehead against mine and asks, “You want my thick cock right now or do you need to take a breather?”
“I want it now. Don’t make me wait.”
“You sure about that? You look like you need a break.” He teases that while licking my juices off his lips. And God, that just makes me hotter for him.
I reach down, grasp his cock, and place it where it needs to be because I’m not messing about.
He just chuckles and says, “Alrighty, one massive cock incoming.”
I honestly don’t know why Slate is so playful in bed when he’s pretty stoic the rest of the time, but I like it when he lets his guard down like this.
I wrap my legs around his waist and whisper words of encouragement as he presses himself inside, forcing me to slowly stretch to accommodate his thick cock. And me? I can’t get enough of him. So, I lightly scratch his back and shoulders. I know he likes the light kind of scratches best, so that’s what I do. We get lost in his firm thrusts as we chase the pleasure we know we can find together. And as always, I come first. My orgasm is so strong it feels like my head is going to explode. I clench down around his cock so hard he hisses, but three strokes later he is emptying himself inside me.
“You’re a beautiful, generous woman, sweetness. And I’m glad you’re mine.”
