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The president of a biker club can only be bad news. I know that. At least, my head does. But my heart… As I stare into Nate’s intense brown eyes, what my heart sees is a caring, protective man who will stop at nothing to make sure no harm comes my way.
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She’s only briefly stunned by my lips slamming into hers, because she quickly takes a small step forward to let herself press against my body. Though her move is graceful, there’s a willingness in it that’s enough to push my kiss to take a ravishing turn. The need I feel when she’s near me is powerful. I’ve kept a respectable distance for as long as I could, and it’s been hell. I need that. The softness of her lips, the feel of her body leaning into mine… I crave it. A primal, irrepressible need. Can’t stay away one more second.
She tenses ever so slightly when my tongue seeks hers almost frantically, but just as I start to dread I’ve moved too fast, she moans a sound that has a Neanderthal satisfaction fueling my need and making my cock crave an even greater physical contact. Confined inside my jeans and boxers, two layers way too thick, it jerks helplessly, reminding me with its endless painful twitches that I haven’t gotten laid in forever. Okay, seven days, but fuck if I can remember the last time I’ve lived through such a long dry spell.
Rolling my tongue around hers, I revel in the hotness of it, tasting her like I’ll never get another shot at it. I revel in her taste and in her little sounds. And when her hands settle on my waist, her fingers digging into the flesh through my shirt as she kisses me back freely, I revel in her touch, and the little restraint I was still holding on to so I wouldn’t scare her off crumbles.
Her legs hit the bed when I lead her toward it, the contact unbalancing her, and I lean over her as soon as she has fallen on it. My weight must be crushing her, but the feel of her curves under my body feels so fucking amazing that I forget everything but this sensation as I groan into her mouth.
But then she deprives me of her lips and sucks in a panting breath before speaking the words I knew she’d pronounce at some point. “I don’t think I can.”
Pulling away from her only slightly as I push on my elbows to look at her properly, I nod. “I know,” I rasp through my own struggling breath. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”
Her eyes hold thankfulness and apologies all at once. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do. I’m just…”
“You’re not ready. I get it,” I tell her when she can’t seem to be able to say it herself, and I mean it even though the restraint I’m forced to pull off kills me. “You’re not ready, it’s alright.”
“Probably not.” A doleful sigh flows out of her. “I’m not ready for everything, at least. But I want you to touch me,” she goes on, shocking the fuck out of me.
Her words don’t help taming my cock, that’s still trying to rip through my clothes to free itself, and I don’t move one muscle as I stare into her eyes. “You sure? I don’t―”
“I’m sure,” she declares, not allowing me to finish. “I… This isn’t something I’ve felt in a long time, but I want your hands on me. I’ve wanted that since the first time you took my hand.”
She tenses ever so slightly when my tongue seeks hers almost frantically, but just as I start to dread I’ve moved too fast, she moans a sound that has a Neanderthal satisfaction fueling my need and making my cock crave an even greater physical contact. Confined inside my jeans and boxers, two layers way too thick, it jerks helplessly, reminding me with its endless painful twitches that I haven’t gotten laid in forever. Okay, seven days, but fuck if I can remember the last time I’ve lived through such a long dry spell.
Rolling my tongue around hers, I revel in the hotness of it, tasting her like I’ll never get another shot at it. I revel in her taste and in her little sounds. And when her hands settle on my waist, her fingers digging into the flesh through my shirt as she kisses me back freely, I revel in her touch, and the little restraint I was still holding on to so I wouldn’t scare her off crumbles.
Her legs hit the bed when I lead her toward it, the contact unbalancing her, and I lean over her as soon as she has fallen on it. My weight must be crushing her, but the feel of her curves under my body feels so fucking amazing that I forget everything but this sensation as I groan into her mouth.
But then she deprives me of her lips and sucks in a panting breath before speaking the words I knew she’d pronounce at some point. “I don’t think I can.”
Pulling away from her only slightly as I push on my elbows to look at her properly, I nod. “I know,” I rasp through my own struggling breath. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”
Her eyes hold thankfulness and apologies all at once. “It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do. I’m just…”
“You’re not ready. I get it,” I tell her when she can’t seem to be able to say it herself, and I mean it even though the restraint I’m forced to pull off kills me. “You’re not ready, it’s alright.”
“Probably not.” A doleful sigh flows out of her. “I’m not ready for everything, at least. But I want you to touch me,” she goes on, shocking the fuck out of me.
Her words don’t help taming my cock, that’s still trying to rip through my clothes to free itself, and I don’t move one muscle as I stare into her eyes. “You sure? I don’t―”
“I’m sure,” she declares, not allowing me to finish. “I… This isn’t something I’ve felt in a long time, but I want your hands on me. I’ve wanted that since the first time you took my hand.”
