his fingers continue to torment my sex. They swirl around my clit. “Open your legs.”
Good Lord. Having him touch me is one thing, but opening myself up to him, accepting what he’s doing… The thought is too much to bear.
I don’t move.
Spider’s jaw flexes. He shoves my feet apart. I try to turn my head away, but he jerks my face back to his. “Look at me.”
It takes all my effort to meet his eyes. The light in them, the raw desire and ownership in them ignites my anger and fans my hatred. It plays on all my fears and doubts, but it also makes me wetter.
I lock my eyes on his, left with nothing but the hatred I know he can see there.
He slides two fingers into me, pumping them in and out slowly. “Fuck. You’re soaked for me again. It doesn’t take much does it, Wildcat?”
The implication that I’m easy makes my nails dig into my palms. As if he likes my anger, he rumbles in approval and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
Spears of hot pleasure sear through me, mounting my need. My back bows. My hips rock faster.
He sucks harder, a long pull that makes me moan. His wicked tongue flicks back and forth across the aching peak. I hiss between my teeth. He does the same with the other nipple. The roughness of his beard scrapes my skin again, ratcheting up my need.
Any second, a customer could stumble on us and see what this big bad biker is doing to me. My parents would disown me on the spot, dishonored and shamed. It’s insane, but the feel of his hands, his mouth on me make me wild, tapping into that part of me that needs the darkness in him, that longs not for the man I almost fell for but for the animal that has me in his grip now.
His fingers pump faster in and out of me. My back arches, my head drops, and my hips gyrate while I pant, hurtling toward an explosive climax. Then suddenly, I’m running my hands through his hair, pulling his mouth closer.
The sound that leaves him is pure carnal triumph. He’d ordered me to put my hands behind my back, but apparently, now that I’m no longer trying to stop him, he doesn’t care.
We’re both breathing hard, our breaths finding each other’s rhythm, connecting us to each other in a way I don’t want to be connected to him. Only his fingers are inside me, and yet I feel as if he is there, in my head, under my skin.
Spider thrusts his fingers in and out fast and hard, making sure his palm hits my clit every time. I let out quiet whimpers, clawing at the wall with one hand, gripping his hair with the other while his mouth works its way up to my neck and sucks long and hard. His teeth graze the tender flesh. The pain drives me mad. My hips thrash.
“That’s it. Fuck my fingers.” He licks my ear and then bites. “Dirty Little Wildcat. Give me what’s mine.”
His words and the sting of his teeth are the last straw. I catapult over the edge, my eyes squeezing shut, mouth opening on a silent, strangled scream.
Spider draws back and watches me come apart, humming in approval. My hands grip his hair, his cut, while my sex rubs greedily against his palm.
His thumb circles my parted lips. “Mm, yeah. Let me see you come.”
His fingers thrust faster. My hips buck wildly.
The tide roars through me, ripping me apart. Spider’s mouth devours mine, tongue taking my mouth the way a husband takes his wife’s body. The kiss takes me higher. White lights flash across my vision. My thighs shake, my whole body quaking.
As the tide ebbs, Spider’s lips leave mine. His satisfied growl fills my ears.
“See? I knew you weren’t the good girl you were pretending to be. I knew you were just a dirty little thing.”
Slowly, he slides his fingers out, drawing out my orgasm as he rubs my clit. I writhe helplessly. It sets in what’s just happened, my own sin washing over me in a torrent. Face heating with shame, I try once again to push at his hand and twist away from him.
Silent, jaw set, Spider grips my nape with one hand, holding me in place.
“Not done with you yet.” With his other hand, he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. “My turn.”