Doc (Ruthless Kings MC #7) - K.L. Savage Page 0,61

As long as she is satisfied, that’s all I care about.

“You have to tell me, Jo,” I say through clenched teeth as I feel a bead of pre-cum leave the slit and pool in my briefs.

“I want you.”

No sooner are the words out of her mouth that I rob her lips of them. I pick her up in my arms and carry her to my bedroom. Our lips stay locked, and her hands rub over my chest. Everything about this will be different. It isn’t some quick fuck; it isn’t some girl. I’m going to take my time. I’m going to let her touch me in ways I’ve never allowed another soul to touch me.

Just like I’m going to touch her.

I kick the door open, and the king-size bed sits in the middle of the room, waiting for me to lay her down in the middle of it.

So I do.

She’s everything this room has been missing. Everything is complete. I kneel between her legs and run my palms up the inside of her shirt, feeling the fragile ribs beneath me as I take off her shirt. I whip it over her head and almost come prematurely when I see her milky skin, big cushioned breasts encased in a black lace bra, but it’s the freckle over her navel that drives me overboard. I bend down and kiss it then wet it with my tongue.

I have a really weird want to be as close to her as that freckle is, which is impossible because I’m never going to be able to stick to her like that.

Her hands run through my hair, then down the back of my nape as I kiss and nibble down her belly to get to the waistband of her jeans. She tries to tug my shirt over my head, but she can’t apply a lot of pressure because of the stitches in her forearms. I sit up and yank it over my head, and she bites her lip, staring at me with heated eyes as if I’m the sexiest man in the goddamn universe.

That is until she sees my back and how ruined I am physically.

Her fingers trail down my chest and through the chest hair to my abs. She tugs on the waistband, and I fall over her, clawing at her pants to see what’s meant to be mine. One hand skims her side and cups her tit. I groan as her nipple hardens under my index finger as I flick and tug it. I reluctantly lift my head from her jeans and see her rosy nipple poking through the material of her bra. With a savage growl, I yank the cups down and let her tits spill free.

“Fuck me, you’re goddamn perfect,” I say, astonished that a woman like her exists. I suck one nipple between my lips and try to stuff as much of her breast in my mouth, wanting to fucking eat her with how good she feels. She’s withering against me, mewling, and once that tit is nice and wet, I move on to the next; all while pinching and roll the bead I just sucked raw.

“Eric, oh god. So sensitive,” she arches her back and shouts, crying out my name as she orgasms. Her body spams, and her cries for me are loud, vocal, and just what I love in a partner.

“Gorgeous. I can’t wait to make you do that again.”

“Oh god, I can’t believe I came that fast. My nipples are so sensitive right now.”

“It’s because you’re pregnant.” My voice deepens when I remember why she’s a soft trigger right now. I kiss my way down her chest and pay extra attention to her belly, so she knows her pregnancy doesn’t bother me.

Honestly, when I found out she was pregnant, the first thing I thought about was that I was too late to try to make her fall in love with me because her heart belonged to someone else.

That’s all I ever wanted.

I can deal with everything else, but her heart, that was always meant to be safe with me.

“Eric,” her chin wobbles, and I realize my focusing on her stomach is making her emotional, so I lower my head and tug her pants off each leg. Her panties match.

Her panties fucking match.

She’s going to be the death of me.

I dip my fingers into the waistband and pull them free too.

“Your turn,” she says, keeping her legs shut.

I grunt and kick off my jeans quickly, along with my underwear. I