I wanted to believe him, but that didn’t make sense. “I know my place. I just think there should be some separation–”
This time he clenched my hair tightly, sending a gasp from me. “None,” he snapped. “And nobody else can touch you. Not even another woman. Do you understand?”
Nodding, I said, “Yes.”
His other hand gripped my hip hard as his chest heaved. “Do you want me, wife?”
I was a delirious mess for this man. “Yes.”
“Even though I’m a dirty biker?”
My breath hitched. I’d deleted all of that. How the hell did he know what I’d said? “I was upset. I didn’t even know who you were.”
“But you thought that about all of us,” he said as he nuzzled his nose to my neck. “Goddamn, you smell so fucking good.”
The feel of his lips dragging over the sensitive skin sent shocks through my body. “I was mad at my father. I shouldn’t have called you that,” I rambled as my hands gripped his leather.
“You’re mine now. I don’t care about him.” He pulled back, his hand moving from my hair back to my face, gripping it hard as those icy blues glared down at me. “Don’t cry over me again.”
Nodding, I whimpered. I would have agreed to anything at that moment that he asked of me. His lips were so close. His scent intoxicating. His presence taking up all the space in the open room.
“Tell me again. Tell me you want me. Say you want this cock to fill you up.”
My hips rocked and my channel clenched around nothing. “I want you Hawk.” Heat rose from my chest to my face, but I knew I had to do as he wished. “I want your cock to fill me up.”Wow I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.
I couldn’t simmer on my embarrassment long, because his mouth crushed mine as his big body pressed me into the wall.
My hands grabbed at his vest as his tongue pushed deep into my mouth. His lips were strong and soft at the same time, the swipes of his tongue equally strong and soft. I was so small against him. I wanted to climb him like a tree but before I could wrap my legs around him, his hands were at my button, opening my jeans and pressing them down.
Besides the couch, there was nowhere to sit or lie, and the fluorescent lights above were glaring. Still, not wanting to hinder our progress, I kicked off my flats and worked my legs from my jeans.
Next, he broke our lips long enough to pull my shirt up over my head. I lifted my arms to facilitate, but instead of letting them fall, he pinned them above my head.
His other hand trailed over my chest, then down tocup my breast. “Look at this perfect little body,” he said as he squeezed. “All for me.”
“Hawk,” I pleaded.
His face went back to my neck, nibbling my ear before nipping at the skin of my collarbone. “Is this your first time?” he asked between bites.
Was that a trick question?Fuck. I couldn’t lie. I mean, I could, there’s lots of ways to break your hymen theoretically. But surely he’d been with plenty of women. He’d probably know the difference. “No.”
A rumble came from his chest.Shit. I should have lied. “I’m sorry, I was young and it wasn’t special or anything. I just–”
“Shhh, shhh, shhh. I don’t care. I just don’t want to hurt you.” His fingers dipped into my panties and dragged through my slick folds. A soft sound wobbled from my throat. But he promptly pulled his hand back out and I whimpered again. “And I’m gonna make you forget anyone who touched you before I did.”
He grabbed my ass, then lifted me up. My legs went around his waist and I held onto his shoulders as he pulled me from the wall then lay me on the couch. He leaned back up, pulling his vest off then draping it over the back of the couch. The rest of his clothes weren’t as carefully removed.
“Take those off,” he instructed as he pulled his boots and jeans off.
I unsnapped my bra, pulling the straps down over my arms as his eyes didn’t stray from me. My nipples pebbled at thecool air and his icy stare.
“Those, too.”
Trying to control my erratic breathing, I sucked in a deep breath then shimmied my panties down. He pulled them from my ankles before grabbing my legs and turning my body, spreading my legs wide.
I would have been self conscious about him staring at my pussy on display, but I was distracted byhisbody. I’d seen him shirtless once but it wasn’t as bright, I wasn’t completely bare in front of him, and he had on underwear before.
Now, he stood before me like some kind of Greek God statue. Every inch of him was perfectly sculpted, tattoos down both arms and some on his legs. His abs were well defined and his pecs round and taut. His thighs could crush me, not that his arms and hands couldn’t. He seemed even bigger nude, like his loose worn jeans, t-shirts, and leather vest hid how stacked he really was.
