Dirty Desires (Devil Kings MC #3) - Nicole James Page 0,8
jeans down my legs. He pulls off the boots and takes my jeans all the way off, stripping me until I’m standing in just my shirt, bra, and panties.
His palms smooth up my outer thighs. “Christ, your legs are endless. And look at those sexy little panties.”
I feel his teeth nip at the edge of my cheek.
He leaves the panties on to stand and strip my shirt over my head in one quick motion, then he puts a hand between his shoulder blades and strips off his shirt as well.
He turns me in his arms and tips his forehead to touch mine, then lowers his mouth to my lips. He tastes like bourbon—wicked and delicious, and I crave more.
His fingers thread into the hair at the side of my face, holding my head while his mouth devours mine. I slip my hands up to cup his neck. His skin is hot under my palms, and I feel a vibration of a moan bubble up from his chest.
A second later, keeping his mouth locked with mine, he dips, grabs my ass, and hefts me up, and then we’re falling to the bed together. He comes down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his muscled body.
Rising on his elbows, he brushes a lock of hair off my face. “You’ve got some real pretty hair. In fact I want to see it falling over you.” Before I know what he’s about, he rolls to his back and pulls me on top until I’m straddling his body. “That’s better.” He cups my bra-covered breasts. “Take this off.”
I reach back to comply. Our eyes are locked until I pull the bra free, and his gaze drops to my bared breasts.
“Gorgeous.” His hands don’t hesitate to cup them, his thumbs thrumming my nipples until I can’t help but let my head fall back and my eyes slide closed.
He sits up, locking his arms around me, and takes first one erect nipple into his mouth, and then the other. He licks and sucks until my whole body is flush with heat and arousal, wanting more.
When I rock against him ever so slightly, he drops back to the bed. I open my eyes, letting him see the hunger in his, reflected back at him. My chest rises and falls with my breathing.
His palms stroke up my thighs to the apex and push my panties aside. He runs his thumbs along my pouty wet lips. His eyes flare at my arousal, and he spreads them, seeking out and finding my clit. He brushes lightly against it, and I jerk in reaction at that first touch.
“Easy, girl. I’ll be gentle if that’s what you want.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, not sure if gentle is how I want it.
He keeps up his light strokes. “Last thing I want to do is send you running, but you’re young, and I’m not sure you’re ready for a man like me.”
Deciding I am ready, I give him my response by rocking into his hands, widening my legs to give him better access.
“Lift your hair up off your shoulders,” he orders.
I do as he asks, taking the tousled curls and clutching them up on my head.
“Stay that way.”
There’s nothing hiding my body from his gaze now, and my breasts jiggle with every movement I make. I can see it’s exactly what he was after.
He keeps at me, stroking in long swipes, and then the pad of his thumb presses harder, circling insistently until I’m bucking, my breasts bouncing.
Changing it up, he slows things down, lightening his touch to a brushing tease. That barest graze of his fingertips drives me wild with need. He sits up and latches onto my nipples, groaning when I shudder. Then he returns his attention between my legs and slides a finger into me so deeply I gasp.
One finger turns into two, and he increases his pace with a twist of his thumb over my clit—little glancing blows to give me a taste of what I crave.
The man knows what he’s doing with his hands and soon has me teetering on the edge, up on my knees, and straining toward him.
“Oh God, please,” I pant.
He gets me off while I writhe, my breasts aching for his touch to return to them. I moan, tensing against him, my rushing orgasm plowing into me with such force I’m overwhelmed, my mouth falling open with a long moan.
He cups my face with a palm, and I lean