He watched her for a moment, then shook his head.
“You’re not sleeping on the couch.”He stepped toward her, slowly, because he was aware of how large he was and he didn’t want to scare her.But he’d gotten a taste of her earlier and was dying for another one.
Willow narrowed her eyes at him, as if she was trying to decide what he was up to.
“I’m not a club mama and I won’t be whoring for you and your brothers.”
“Know that, Spitfire.Anyone but me touches you and they risk losing the hand.”He took another step in her direction.She didn’t back away but stood there, hands still on her hips and scowling at him.
“And what if I say no?”
“Not gonna force you, Spitfire.I don’t work that way but you’ll sleep right there, where I know where you are and trouble can’t find you.”He took one more step and stopped right in front of her.If either of them took a deep breath they’d be touching.“I won’t force you.”He lowered his head.“But that doesn’t mean I won’t try to convince you.”He lowered his head and captured her mouth.She gasped in surprise, giving him the opening he needed to plunder her mouth.She stood in the doorway and could back away at any time, but she didn’t move away, instead she leaned in, as if she wanted more.
Bishop lost himself in her taste.Her hand slid along his scalp and thrust into the base of the braid along the back of his head, tugging slightly as she curled her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer.He wrapped an arm under her ass and lifted her.It only took a few steps till his legs hit the edge of the bed, where he gently lowered her.He trailed kisses and small nips with his teeth down her neck.
Winter threw her head back, arching her body into him as a groan came from her throat.He slid one hand under the edge of her t-shirt and slid it up her belly to cup her breast.He kneaded and squeezed first one globe, then the other, teasing the taught pebbles of her nipples between his fingers.
“Bishop,” she called his name on a sigh.“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why not?”he asked before sucking one nipple, t-shirt, bra, and all into his mouth and sucking.There was too much between them for her to feel his tongue playing with the sensitive tips, so he bit gently making her arch into him and cry out.
“Oh God.Do that again.”
He bit at her again then pulled away, moving to the other.“Why shouldn’t we do this?”
“What?”She gasped, pulling him back toward her tits.
“You said we shouldn’t do this.Why?”
“I told you.I’m not a whore.”
“I know, Spitfire, you’re mine.”He lowered his head and pulled her other nipple into his mouth.Her back bowed.
“But I don’t know you.”
“You know you like this, right?You know what we have between us, right?”
“It’s not enough.”
“Why not?”He rolled her other nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
“I ...I don’t know.”She arched her back.“Bishop!”
“What, baby?”He looked up and grinned at her as he continued to roll the tight bud.She gasped and curled her fingers in his hair and tugged him close.
“Make it stop.”
“Make what stop?”he asked.
“The ache.”She rolled her hips.“It hurts.”
Bishop lifted his head and watched her for a moment, ignoring the way she tried to pull his head back to her tits.
“Babe?”he froze.“Winter?”he said when she didn’t answer.
“What?”Her voice was low and husky from desire.
“How many, babe?”
