Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,50

want you to,” I admit.

I’ve never felt like this before. There have been plenty of times in life I have been happy. There’s the time Dad got me a new car, the time I got into a club even though I was underage, then the other time when I got horseback riding lessons.

All made me happy, but that happiness was short-lived. The rush of joy wore off. All of those things were just material things I could have lived without.

But this feeling with Amos catapults me to another extreme. It surpasses happiness. It invades the corners of my heart and fills it with hope, dreams, and love.

It’s ridiculous.

A ridiculous love that makes no sense. But to me, when I’m with him, it makes all the sense in the world.

We stop awkwardly at my door and we both let out a nervous laugh. What’s there to be nervous about? It isn’t like we just passionately made out against a wall, and I felt his cock between my legs. I step forward and slip my key in the knob to unlock the door, but for the third time tonight, I slip on ice, and he catches me.

He always catches me.

“I got you,” he says, pushing my hair behind my ear as I stare up at him.

He bends down and kisses me. It’s quick but heat still sizzles through my body. Before I can thrust my tongue between his lips, he pulls away and sets me on my feet. “Goodnight, Springs.”

“Goodnight,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from the need to burst from lust.

Our hands stay together for as long as they can before he is too far away, and like the clingwrap I consider myself to be when it comes to him, I curl my fingertips against his.

With one final step away from me, the contact breaks. “Night,” he repeats, never taking his attention away from me.

“Night, Amos.” I crack my door open, unable to look away from him when his nostrils flare when he hears his name.

Finding some amount of strength and composure, I thrust my shoulders back and step inside the room. I push the door closed, then sag against it, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

A part of me waits for him to come back, to knock on the door and take me, but seconds tick by, and he doesn’t.

I love that he is a gentleman.

I just wish he wasn’t being one right now, and I wish I had the balls to take matters into my own hands.

I kick the door shut and throw my jacket onto the couch. “Walking away was the right thing to do. You were a good man. Walking away…” I scratch the back of my head as I talk to myself “…Walking away was the only thing to do. She’s a virgin. You don’t want to push her. You like this woman,” I keep jabbering as if my best friend is in the room. “You probably actually love her, but you don’t know what love is yet, so you want to call it love, but you can’t call it love. Walking away was the right thing, Kansas. Be proud of yourself.”

I pace the floor beside the bed and replay the evening in my head, right down to the last sip she took of her Big and Dirty.

Perfect.

I know sex between us would have been amazing. “Don’t fuck this up,” I scold myself as I unbutton my pants and free my erection. “Oh, god,” I breathe out. The bad thing about having a huge cock is when it gets hard in a pair of jeans and it’s in an awkward position, it fucking hurts.

Yeah, I need to take care of this now or I won’t be able to sleep.

I tug my shirt off and a whiff of her perfume hits me. My cock jerks and my lust is telling me to walk out that door and tell her to get on her knees and suck me.

“Nope,” I tell myself. “I won’t treat her like that. She deserves more.” I bring my shirt to my nose and sniff to look for the spot that smells like her. When I find it, I inhale like a madman smelling a pair of fucking panties that have no business being in my hand and groan.

I wrap my hand around my cock and continue to smell her peach perfume. It’s like she’s right next to me. I imagine her on her knees, opening her mouth to take