Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,21
you, babe. It’d make it a hell of a lot easier for me to fix. You’re too damn good and pure to be feeling out of sorts. It’s not fucking fair. You deserve the world, sweetheart, and life’s dealt you a shit hand.”
His words make my heart squeeze. Some women may be put off by his violent declaration and brash words, but it does the opposite for me. This man is one of a kind, and for me to stick with my plan, I have to leave him behind and never turn back. That’s becoming harder with every minute I spend in his presence. “You’re so good to me, Bash. I don’t understand why…I haven’t done anything right to deserve you.”
He lifts my chin again, this time dipping down to rub his nose to mine in an Eskimo kiss. It’s the sweetest thing, and through my sadness, it brings a tender smile to my lips. “There she is…my little angel. So fucking beautiful.”
I move to argue, to tell him I’m far from being an angel. I’m the opposite, in fact, and I don’t deserve anything he’s doing for me. Nor the way he treats me, but I don’t get the chance. He dips in, his full lips finally coming in contact with mine. I’ve waited for weeks for this. My eyes slam closed at the sensation. I’ve thought of kissing him ever since he told me his name. He was lascivious and forbidden and had just gone through a small bit of hell alongside me. I should’ve known I was already falling for him right then, but I was clueless.
His mouth moves against mine, caressing, coaxing, but not forcing. He’s doing this at my pace, letting me control how fast and far we take this. His lips meet mine a third time, and I exhale as desire spirals through my veins at an insane pace. Need for this man nearly consumes me, having him this close, holding me and kissing me. I want him to strip me bare and put that mouth all over me. I want him to taste me.
“Sebastian…” I release his name on a breathy moan, and it’s all the confirmation for more that he needs. He dives in, nudging my mouth open with his own. His tongue plunges inside, searching for mine. I meet him head-on, our tongues caressing and testing the other out as our lips seal.
I take in his smell, the leather from his cut, and the grease from my car. There’s a hint of exhaust leftover from our ride earlier and mixed with his soap, it smells like freedom and sweet promises. He tastes of lemon, lime, and sugar from the Sprite he was drinking earlier, and the flavors are even better on him. He cups my cheek in his palm while I move my right hand to rest over his heart. I feel it beating strong while I grip his side with my opposite hand, holding me in place. I have to grasp on somewhere, or my knees may end up giving out, with the way his kiss rolls over me and tugs me under.
I wasn’t sure about Bash, but his kiss tells me so much. This man is all about giving, and I want him…I want him bad. I can hear myself whimper as I open my mouth wider and dive in, needing to consume him however he’ll allow it. With my muted plea, his hands move to my thighs, lifting me up against the side of my car. My legs spread, allowing him to fit snugly against my core. My body’s blazing all over, the sad thoughts from moments ago long forgotten. He’s the only thing on my mind now, with his addictive kiss. I’ve wanted this since I climbed onto his bike and held him in my arms.
With a grunt, he presses his length into my clit. The sensation has me gasping, and he takes full advantage of my surprise. His tongue takes over, gaining complete control of our kiss as my focus moves to my throbbing pussy and his delightful torture. In the next beat, he’s pushing my delicate teal lace panties to the side so his fingers can dip into my wetness. My drenched entrance gives me away, and he gasps in delight, thrusting a finger deep. It feels so dang good. I haven’t had a man touch me in so long, and never one as irresistible as Sebastian.