He bends forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Then his lips drift lower.
He kisses my jaw first, a featherlight brush that makes my breath catch. Then he’s traveling along the edge of it, kissing his way back toward my ear. The sensitive spot just below, where my neck starts, and I’m made to shudder in place under him.
He once again takes his time placing kisses as requested. Each one is warm and soft and unhurried; each one ignites another hot spark of pleasure.
He kisses and nips at the hollow of my throat, dragging his lips along the column until I’m murmuring how good it feels.
My breath’s quickened, coming out more strangled than before. The effect he has on me.
His fingers find the hem of my t-shirt, and he tugs it upward slowly, knuckles grazing my ribs. I lift my arms to help him, the shirt soon tossed aside until I’m lying under him in only my bra.
It’s cotton with tiny flowers on it. Maybe not the sexiest undergarment known to man.
But his gaze rakes over me, hungry and reverent at the same time, and then he dips his head again.
Kisses scatter across my collarbone. Across the swell of my breasts right above the cup of my bra. Down the center of my chest, where my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can feel it against his lips.
He traces a path down my stomach, kissing his way past my navel.
When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he looks up at me, his eyes darkening with the kind of hunger any woman would love.
It’s intense and full of promise. It’s a man truly ravenous for the woman before him.
My breath stalls inside my lungs as I give a nod and his fingers work the button free. Then the zipper as he tugs the denim down my hips and exposes the jut of my hipbone.
He presses several kisses there, open-mouthed and heated. My hips jerk involuntarily, an invisible burn mark left in his wake.
Hot, tingly fire that sizzles.
“Silver…” I murmur on a sigh, eyelids hanging lower.
He answers with a hum against my skin. The throaty sound vibrates through me. I close my eyes as he peels my jeans the rest of the way down my legs. They join my shirt somewhere on the corner of the bed.
His hands slide back up my calves and then thighs, palms calloused and warm but still soft and gentle in how he touches me.
This dominant biker that lives life as an outlaw and often leads a gang of men into doing dark and violent things.
Yet right now—just for me—he’s so attentive and gentle that it makes me shiver all over again.
Just for me is he going slow. He’s at my command, my comfort and safety his number one priority.
He kisses the top of my knee, then the tender inside of my thigh. The areas are so sensitive I naturally squirm, already aching for more.
His fingers find the clasp of my bra—front closure—and he undoes it, letting my breasts come free.
I’ve never been the most confident woman. I suppose that’s why I sought Kel and the others out in the first place, and why I’ve pursued acting the way I have.
But right now, as I’m left in nothing but my panties, I’ve never felt more desirable. I’m practically naked and yet I’ve never felt more confident.
The cool air in the room hits my bare breasts, but my nipples go erect for a different reason.
Silver’s heated gaze is all the reason I need.
He palms the soft mounds of flesh, then captures one with his mouth. His lips and tongue feel so good licking and sucking away.
I gasp, back arching off the bed. His tongue swirls hot and wet across my nipple. His teeth follow, tugging and lightly biting.
