“Rhys . . .” she whispers, shaking her head, my name a desperate sound, a plea, a warning.
My hands move to the sides of her face, cradling her head between my palms. When she nuzzles into my touch, her eyesclosing for a moment, I know I’m right about everything. Her heart is mine. She’s just being forced somehow into staying with him.
“I’m gonna kiss you now, baby.” When she doesn’t do anything to stop it, I dip my head lower, pulling her head back slightly to make it easier, and then my lips are on hers.
This kiss is different; it’s not the slow exploration of our first kiss. This is a desperate plea that makes my heart ache. It’s two souls coming together when the world is doing everything in its power to keep them apart. It’s a fusing, a promise.
Our tongues tangle with each other, her needy, desperate moans muffled but sounding so sweet to my ears. She tastes like peppermint and all that is good in the world. I suck her tongue into my mouth, loving her taste, wanting more of her,all of her.I want to consume her the way she’s consumed me.
Her soft fingers push at my leather, and I release my hold on her face just long enough for my vest to fall off my arms and onto the ground with a heavy thud. My cut is sacred and is treated with respect. It’s a powerful symbol of my commitment and my position within the club, and it’s never touched the ground. Until right now.
The club and my mom have always been the two most important things in my life, but now that Bristol is in it? She comes before all else. I wouldn’t stop kissing her right now if the world burst into flames, and I’m not going to stop to pick my cut up off the ground, either.
I pull back slightly, looking at her puffy, bruised lips in the moonlight. Her eyes are heavily lidded, clouded with lust and affection that makes my heart squeeze.
Leaning forward, I run my nose gently across her jaw, whispering into her ear. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, even if it’ll kill me to do so. You’re the one with all the power.”
Bristol grips my T-shirt, pulling me closer, her tits pressed against my chest. “Don’t stop, Rhys. Please don’t stop.”
“That’s all I needed to hear, baby.”
I nip her ear lightly before trailing my tongue along the length of her neck, tasting her, loving how she shivers in my arms. Deft fingers shakily grip the hem of my T-shirt, dragging it up over my head and dropping it to the ground at our feet.
We can’t see much in the darkness, but we can make out just enough to move around in the glow of the moon. The look on her face as her eyes rake over my torso makes my knees weak, and I wonder if she’ll notice my tattoo among all the ink scattered across my chest. But then she touches me, and I almost lose it. I’ve dreamt about what her hands would feel like against my skin, and my dreams had nothing on the real thing.
“You’re so hot, Rhys, look at you,” she whispers as she traces over each defined ab, laying the palms of her hands flat and rubbing upward over my chest. When she lifts up on her toes and hooks her arms around my neck, I’m a goner.
Our mouths collide again, as my hands slip under her shirt, touching the smooth, soft skin of her stomach. Needing to finally see her bare, I break our kiss and pull it over her head. Her hair spills down once the shirt is gone, and I’m fucking blown away by what’s in front of me.
She’s a fucking goddess.
Perfect.
Sensual.
Sexy.
Sinful.
“Fuck, Bristol, I’ve never seen a more gorgeous body.” My hands caress her chest, obsessed with the large breasts that spill over my palms, heavy and full. She reaches between us, unclasping her bra from the center, letting her tits fall free. A deep, guttural groan escapes my lips as I take her in. Her skin is bathed in shadows, the clouds floating in front of the moon and darkening my vision. But my god, she’ssodamn beautiful.
Unable to hold myself up any longer, I drop to my knees in front of her, my hands sliding up her waist. Bristol flinches; it’s minute, but I clocked it. I have to close my eyes for a brief moment, digging up every ounce of self-control I can muster to tamp down my emotions. Her soft hands thread through my hair, and I know she wants to keep going; she doesn’t want me to acknowledge what just happened. I push it from my mind, letting her lead this, even if I want to get to the bottom of it, even if I want to leave here right now and kill him.
Carefully, and with my heart in my throat, I lift the perfect breasts in my palms and feed a pebbled nipple into my mouth. Her fingers clench around my head, holding me to her as I suck on her pert bud, swirling my tongue around the sensitive flesh.
Her moans are music to my ears, my cock throbbing behind my jeans, desperate, aching, and leaking. Bristol’s skin is unbelievably soft. So supple and perfect. She was goddamn made for me.
“Oh, god, Rhys.” I about die right here on my knees with the way my name sounds on her lips, all breathy and thick withlust. My cock jerks in response, a fresh expulsion of more precum wetting the front of my boxer briefs.
I suck hard, popping free before lapping at the tender flesh with the flat of my tongue, then moving to the other side. Bristol holds me close, her head thrown back, her hips gyrating, seeking out friction.
When I’ve had my fill of her breasts, I stay on my knees, kissing over her soft tummy, my fingers teasing gently just below the waistband of her jeans. I’m greedy for her, to strip her bare and worship her body, make her feel things no man has ever made her feel before. Sex can be purely physical and an incredible experience, but sex with someone who you’re connected with on a deeper level? With your soulmate? I’m desperate for it.
Not able to tease any longer, I work the buttons of her jeans open and slide down the zipper. Before I push them over her hips, I look up at her, silently asking for permission, wanting to make damn sure she’s with me on this. She makes all the calls.
“Please don’t stop, Rhys.I need you.”
Thank fuck.
