Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,52
her shoulders. It falls to the floor in a useless heap and what stands before me has me pushing off the wall.
She’s a goddess. The only power that has me willing to pray.
Her skin is the color of the clouds on a summer’s day, and the nightie she’s wearing is simple. It isn’t overly sexy like a lot of lingerie. It isn’t sheer lace and complicated straps. I don’t like lingerie like that. Hers is perfect. It’s elegant, a red silk slip that falls to her mid-thigh. There are lace accents down the plunging neckline, but that’s it. The outfit brings out her sex appeal, it doesn’t take away from it.
I never want her to wear anything else again. Only these. Forever.
She rubs her legs together and grabs her left arm with her right hand. She’s insecure. I don’t know why. The silk hugs her body as if it’s tailor-made to it. Her thighs and ass are a bit thicker than what her normal clothes show, and my mouth waters while my cock leaks against my stomach.
In a split second, my body is against hers. I haven’t touched her yet. I want to, but before I do, I need to make sure she knows what this means. She swallows and a droplet of sweat flows down the side of her neck. I can see her pulse thump along her throat. She’s either nervous or scared, and if she’s scared, this isn’t the right thing to do. Not yet.
“You look fucking breathtaking, Springs.” I move my eyes downward, and I can see down the plunge of her slip, her cleavage perky and smooth. I want to run my tongue over the mounds and twist her nipples. Are they red? Pink? Big, small? I don’t fucking care. I want to see them, taste them, give them the attention they deserve.
She blows out a relieved breath and smiles. “Yeah?” she asks, hopeful.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby. You sure about this?” I run my fingers under the delicate strap of her nightie, sliding them up and down. I slip the left side off her shoulder and the bare skin tempts me to mark her. “Once we do this, it isn’t one night. This isn’t a fling. You get in my bed, you spread those flawless legs for me, you give yourself to me, you’re fucking mine, Violet.”
I squeeze a good chunk of her hair. My nails dig into her scalp as I yank her head back and bring our faces closer together. “I’m already on thin ice when it comes to you. When I came in here…” I walk toward her, and she takes a step back. She has no idea, but I’m guiding her to the bed.
“I jerked off to you, again. I came with your name leaving my lips. I want you. I’ve wanted you since I saw you blink those gorgeous eyes at me. So you need to be sure. I’m not a man who shares. I’m not a man who plays games. I’m laying it all out there on the table. I’m jealous and possessive. So when I say you’re mine—” I throw her on the bed and watch her tits bounce before ripping my shirt off—“I also mean I’m yours too.”
“Yes, god, yes. Please, Amos. Please,” she begs me. “I want you.” Violet roams her hands all over my chest, not knowing where to feel first.
I understand that. I feel like I finally have that Christmas gift I’ve been waiting to unwrap, and now that I finally have it, I don’t know what to do.
Experience doesn’t matter. That’s what I’m realizing right now. I have all the experience in the world, but with the right person like Violet, it all flies out the window. I’m too nervous. It’s about more than reaching the end goal.
It’s about what happens between now and then. Honestly, it’s a lot of pressure. I care so fucking much. I don’t want to mess this up.
“I’ll be careful. You’re safe with me. I’ll take care of you,” I inform her, needing her to know I’m not going to just thrust myself inside her and use her. No fucking way. I’m going to appreciate her for hours.
“I know, Amos. For my first time, I can’t imagine anyone else.”
I fall over her, caging her head in with my arms. I get lost in the beauty of her again, the delicate structure of her face, the high plains of her cheeks, the soft curve of her nose that has