The bed dips as Edge shifts, and even though I can’t feel the creak or protest, I can feel the shudder that the bedframe gives off.
He half rolls over, letting me stare into his face. The room is dark, but the light from the streetlamp spills in, illuminating his face so I can watch his lips move.
“What are you thinking about so loud over there that it woke me up?”
I laugh softly and reach up to cup his face. “Nothing. Just couldn’t sleep.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
I laugh again, and god, it feels good, after everything that happened. “I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”
“You’re in my bed, wearing my t-shirt and nothing more. You think I can just go back to sleep, easy as that?”
My whole body heats up as excitement tears through me, white hot, unfurling like a proud flag in my belly, spreading to each of my limbs, making them languid and heavy.
“It’s not tomorrow yet,” I pant.
“It ain’t,” Edge agrees. “But I have to taste you, Harley. Have to mark you as mine. Have to have something of you, even if it ain’t everything.”
My eyes tear up, because, even though the rest of the town might see Edge as just some biker in some club, to me, he’s my knight in shining armor. He’s honorable. So fucking honorable that he’ll deny himself to make everything special for me. To give me a chance to try and smooth things over with my dad so that’s not between us when we finally come together.
I stare up into his beautiful, broken face, into his dark right eye, with the thickest fringe of black lashes that I’ve ever seen. An anxious flutter of nerves erupts inside of me, the doubtsalready springing forth. No one has ever touched me this way. Seen me this way. God, imagining his mouth on me anywhere is enough to send me to the brink, but also to scare the hell out of me. What if I’m not what he wants? He’s had so many women. What if I’m… lacking.
“Stop. Stop thinking that shit right now. You’re fucking perfect.”
I flush at the compliment. I always thought I was lacking. My dad would tell me I was perfect, but I never believed him.
“You good with this, Harley, cause once I start, I’m not coming back. Not fucking ever. You better be sure this is what you want, because after tonight, you’re mine.”
I reach up and twine my fingers through the long strands of his hair. It’s longer than it’s ever been, a strange version of a Mohawk with the sides shaved so short they nearly glisten. I’ve always loved it, even crusted with dirt and blood.
“I’ve always been yours,” I say huskily, right before he slams his broken lips to mine.
Chapter Five
Edge
Kissing Harley isn’t like anything in the world. She’s soft and sweet, delicious, like licking up sunlight and goodness. It rushes through my veins, the headiest of drugs anesthetizing any of the pain I feel.
And I’m lost.
I lose myself in her, licking and nipping at her sweet lips, thrusting my tongue through the seam when they part to gasp in a breath. I stroke hers, stroke it hotly, hard, the same way I want to bury my aching cock inside of her sweet, tight heat and fuck her until she doesn’t know her own name. Until all she knows is mine. I want to claim her, brutally, like the beast I fucking am.
I tear away, breathing hard, my whole body throbbing. My hand fumbles with sheets between us, ripping them off her sweet body. When I realize she has one of my t-shirts on, I let out a pained groan. Her hand is resting on my neck, so she feels it escape.
She turns my face up to hers and looks at me with a worried frown. “Edge, I- did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”
“Never,” I breathe. “You do, but it’s the sweetest pain.” I thump my chest hard, right above my heart.
I pull back, sit back on my heels and slide my hand up her shapely leg. Fuck, her skin is smooth, creamy perfection.I drop a hot kiss to the inside of her knee. She goes completely still, her eyes slamming shut. She whimpers when I trail my hand up her thigh. I push the hem of the t-shirt up over her hips, and fuck me, she has a little black lace thong on. My hand is drawn there like a magnet, and I run my fingers down the seam of her, coating it in her wetness before I suck it between my lips.
She shudders, a shiver that traces its way through her whole body, starting at her legs and ending up in her belly. I watch her muscles quake, my body licked up with the flames of savage heat.
I grip her panties and slide them down her legs. Hard. So hard that she gasps and reaches down to rub absently at her thighs where the lace chafed at her sensitive skin.
I take hold of her ankle, the bones fragile in my powerful grip. “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let me see all of you. I’m going to feast there and you’re not going to come until I tell you to, you understand?”
Really, I shouldn’t be surprised when her foot kicks in my hand, nearly striking me in the jaw. I catch it just in time, keep it from doing any real damage. My face has definitely had enough for one night.
