With one hand tangled in his hair, and another fisting the blanket beneath us, I can't focus on anything else but him as he starts those slow circles with his thumb. Between going too slow and too quick, Smoke quickly learns what I need once I start squirming against his hold.
Between panting and moaning, both his real name and nickname, I feel every groan that leaves him. By this point, I can't tell which he enjoys hearing more, just as long as it's him I'm calling out for.
Toes curling tight, I lose myself in the lap of his tongue as he drinks in my pleasure with a never ending appetite.
As much as I don't want this to end, my body is going against me. I'm losing myself, along with the ability to keep myself quiet. All the moans that leave my lips seem to encourage him to lick deeper, to move his thumb faster.
Smoke may act clueless, but he knows how to read my body in a way to chase after my orgasm.
"Roland!" Crying out his name, my body bows against the mattress as my orgasm crashes down on me, leaving my head feeling dizzy and fuzzy all at once. Rather than coming down like a wave, it's more like a shot that rings out with each lap of his tongue.
As if he's not satisfied with just making me come, he has to get more by drinking up every ounce of my release. It takes me batting him away from my oversensitized sex before he's finally pulling back.
There's something about seeing my arousal clinging to his lips and beard that really sinks it in that I want this man to be mine.
"How was it?" The question leaves him heavy in the middle of his panted breathing. Makes me wonder if he would've rather suffocated himself instead of pulling away if I hadn't gotten involved. "Did I do it right?"
I don't know if I want to laugh or groan. If this really was his first time doing this, then he's a freaking natural. Covering my face, I can barely hide my grin. "I may need you to do that again. Can't remember the last time I came that hard."
The bed shifts as he moves, his weight dipping higher as he crawls up my body. His beard tickles my stomach as he places a wet kiss above my belly button.
"You're not teasing me, are you? You mean that?"
Lowering my hands, I'm left looking at the hunger swallowing up his gaze. I can't tell which he likes more, the praise or the thought of being better than anything I've had in the past.
Do I tell him that I haven't had an orgasm that wasn't given by my own hand since he first walked into my workplace? The competition feels pretty slim.
"Yeah." Smile softening, I stroke his hair. "I mean it."
His grumpy expression shifts, and in my amazement, he smirks. Thisman. Just when I think he can't get any sexier, he hits me with one of those?
I'm already naked and wanting. What else does he want from me?
Kissing his way up past my chest to my mouth, he doesn't stop there. Pecking my lips and then reaching my forehead, he sighs into my hair. Staying there for a minute, I get the chance to enjoy his bulk pressing down on me.
"I don't want to play pretend anymore, Bunny." He sighs again before lifting enough to look down at me. "It's more tiring pretending that I don't want you."
My heart flutters when he cups my face and strokes my chin with my thumb. "Smoke..."
His expression shifts to something softer before he leans down to kiss me once more. "We could make this a lot simpler if we stayed like this. I'm not the kind of man who's good at performing for others. Holding myself back all the time..." He curses and pulls back. He's got flushed cheeks now, his brows bunched together. "I want to be able to call you mine and mean it."
Biting back a grin, happiness swells in my chest that I can barely contain. Wrapping my limbs around him, I'm pulling him right back down so he's crushing me. All those times dreaming about this man saying those words don't come close to how it actually feels hearing them out loud.
"Yeah..." Nodding my head, I hide my smile against his hair. "I think I like things simple."
Or at least, however simple, loving a biker like him can really be.
eight
Bunny
My next two shifts at the casino remain almost the same despite my relationship with Smoke evolving into something much deeper.
I'm starting to understand why he was struggling so much to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. Now that we're dating,actually dating, my feelings for him have only grown. Not just some impossible crush, my heart is always full.
Without trying, while I'm on the floor, I'm looking for him. He's been better at drifting around, covering more ground. Despite the distraction, the goal is still the same.
He's got to figure out who fucked with his bike. Even though I haven't received any unwanted love letters or flowers since that one dreadful day, he refuses to lower his guard. Refusesto believe the problem is gone because of what is happening between us.
