Torch (Great Wolves MC) - Jayne Blue Page 0,31

from her. Sydney kept her eyes on me just like she was told. I loosened my belt buckle and let my jeans fall open.

Her eyes grew wide.

“Oh my,” she said. “Torch ... God. You’re so ... You’re huge.”

I was. All for her.

Sydney’s hips bucked upward. She begged me with her eyes and her body. As much as I wanted to tease her out and train her in the way I knew her body craved, I was just as eager. More so.

There would be time for all that later, maybe. Tonight, I needed one thing. If I was ever going to keep the monster at bay, I needed to make her mine for real.

I came to her. Sydney’s thighs trembled, but she held them open. I stroked myself and got into position.

Sydney kept her eyes wide open as I slipped inside of her and found heaven.

Chapter Fifteen

Sydney

I didn’t lose myself in Torch. People say that. But it’s not what happened to me that night at all. No. I found myself in him.

I didn’t know who I was before, but as Torch touched me and coaxed wild, wanton things out of me, I felt centered, empowered. Alive.

My legs were weak when he untied me. I couldn’t even believe how badly I’d wanted him to do just that. When he took off his belt, I had the deliciously wicked urge to do something bad. He saw it in my eyes.

“Later,” he said. “You’re not ready for that, baby.”

But I was. He had me so wet. Every inch of me ached for him.

Torch brought my hands down and helped me off the coffee table.

“Take me to bed,” I said. “I want …” What did I want? How could I even find words to describe it? Then it came to me. One word that meant everything.

“More,” I whispered.

Torch’s deep, sultry laugh undid me. A fresh wave of heat speared through me.

He followed me into my bedroom, but we didn’t quite make it to the bed. I turned and sat on the small cedar chest I kept at the foot of the bed. It was a graduation present from my father. Everything I took with me when I left home fit inside of it.

Torch stood before me. His jeans were still open, and I felt self-conscious all of a sudden. I was completely naked. I’d laid myself bare and spread my legs for him, and he was fully clothed.

Well, it was time to change that.

I kept my eyes locked with his as I reached up and slid his jeans down over his lean hips. He’d already kicked his boots off. He stepped out of his jeans.

I stood. I moved around him as Torch stood still. I pulled his leather cut off his shoulders. I folded it and set it on the chair next to my bed. As I turned, Torch had already taken off his shirt.

“My God,” I whispered. He was like an actual work of art. Every inch of him was like sculpted marble. Rippled abs. Powerful quads and biceps. His chest, back, and arms were covered in the most beautifully intricate tattoos. A skull over his left pec. An angel over his heart. Dates and other symbols on his arms. I trailed my fingers over each marking. My fingers played along his waist as I moved around him.

Torch held his breath.

I reached for the light switch.

“No,” he said, gripping my wrist firmly.

“I want to see you,” I said. “I want to see all of you. Fair’s fair.”

There was something else I wanted. I was too shy to say it, but not too shy to do it.

Torch let go of my wrist. Instead of the brighter ceiling light, I turned on a lamp by my nightstand. It bathed our bodies in an amber glow but wasn’t harsh.

Torch moved. He sat on the side of my bed now. Slowly, I went down to my knees. He parted his thighs.

There he was. So huge. His erection bobbed against his stomach.

I ran my hands up his thighs. This. Yes. I wanted this.

I’d never actually done it before but felt so ready. God. I’d never done any of this before. I wanted to worship this man. I knew he would return it back to me ten-thousand fold. He already had.

So, I took him in my mouth. I felt unsure of myself at first. But as Torch grew even harder, I knew I was doing something right.

He guided me when I needed it, telling me harder, softer, faster, deeper. I