Coyote (Hawks MC Next Generation #1) - Lila Rose Page 0,67

knees knocked, but I managed a nod.

However, when I went to step back, I stopped because Cody had a tight grip on my top. His eyes heated when he glided my top up my body. Cool air hit my warm skin and I shivered. But it was far from cold and had everything to do with the way Cody’s eyes roamed over me.

“Fuck,” he uttered, hands reaching out. On his first touch, my heart fluttered, causing my belly to swirl. I bit my bottom lip as his fingers ran over my sides, but not enough to bring a laugh from me. He moved them to my stomach and up slowly between my breasts, over the top of them, and up to my shoulders where he gently applied pressure. Enough that I stepped back again and again until I bumped into the bed. I sat, my breath shaking just as my hands were. Cody used one hand to thread through my hair at the back of my head and tug. I lifted my chin, and my gaze caught his desire-filled one.

Cody dipped down to take my mouth in a demanding kiss. One that had me rubbing my thighs together and reaching out to the top of Cody’s jeans. With bravery, because this was Cody, this was my man, I undid the button on his jeans and then unzipped them.

Cody groaned against my lips when I pushed his jeans down over his hips. I broke the kiss to catch his gorgeous cock spring free from his jeans and boxers. I licked my lips. I’d never wanted to taste a cock before, but I did Cody’s. I wrapped my hand around his long and thick erection. Cody’s hissed-out breath encouraged me to run my hand up and down a couple of times before leaning in to lick the tip where pre-cum formed. I used my other hand to cup his balls and gently roll them while I sucked him into my mouth. I slid my tongue around while running my lips up and down his hardness.

“Jesus, Channa.” His rough, dark tone told me I was doing a good job. My lower belly clenched, pleased he liked what I was doing.

Only, before I could really get started, Cody jerked back. His dick fell from my mouth and grip. I glanced up, biting my bottom lip, concerned I’d done something, but when I saw his eyes burning, I realized it was the opposite.

He took my hands, pulled me up, and dropped to yank my shorts from my body. I gasped and panted out my breaths as he ran his hands up the sides of my legs and thighs—thanking God that I’d shaved.

My body tingled when his hands rubbed, then slapped each globe of my arse cheeks. I kissed and nipped at his chest. His hands tightened for a second but then moved to my hips where he pushed back. With a shy smile, I moved to lie on the bed, watching Cody as he kicked off his jeans and stood at the end with his cock in hand, gazing at me all over.

I grazed a hand over my breasts and down my stomach before spreading my legs to run a finger over my clit.

I paused when Cody shook his head. “Nuh-uh, angel.” He climbed onto the bed, moving between my legs and took my wrist, removing my hand from myself. “That’s mine now, Channa. Mine to touch, mine to pleasure, and mine to make come.”

I whimpered when he lowered himself down and hooked my legs over his shoulders. My body shuddered at the first touch of his tongue over my wet folds. He groaned. “Fuck, babe, you taste like damn heaven.”

A cry slipped from me when he dove back in and licked from the bottom of my slit to the top and circled my clit.

“Cody,” I whispered, blindly reaching down to touch him, to hold him. His hair, his shoulder.

He hummed, and I dug my heels into his back before I realized it could hurt him and stopped. He shook his head, and I glanced down, blushing when his gaze hit mine from between my legs. “Give it all to me, angel.”

Dear God. I had never enjoyed myself and felt so free, so me, in bed before. It was as if Cody was made for me. Just me.

I nodded and earned a kiss to my mound above my clit. “Cody, please come up here.”

He slowly licked at my clit before he asked huskily, “You need