Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,61

that one part of my heart and brain that stumbles over the fact she did this for me.

“Fuck.” I drop my arms and step back. I’m all fucked up over her and can’t think straight.

“Mason, you need to go.”

I hate the urgency in her voice because I know exactly where it fucking comes from. She’s worried Hearst will find us. She’s fucking telling me to leave because of her husband.

I close the distance between us again and take hold of her hip with one hand while sliding the other one through her hair. Angling her head back, I growl, “I’m not fucking going anywhere, Mayfair. We’re not finished yet.”

She curls her hand around my forearm as I watch desire come to life in her eyes.

Fuck, it’s always like this for us.

Fucking always.

I’m hard as fuck for her, too.

And I know I’m about to make another bad choice.

But fuck me, I can’t help myself.

I never can with her.

The moan that escapes her lips as I bring mine down onto them hits me fucking everywhere. My dick, my gut, my heart.

I kiss her with the full force of every emotion I’m feeling.

I hold nothing back.

The love, the hate, the jealousy; it’s all there, and it’s all leading us into dangerous fucking territory.

I try like fuck not to put my hands all over her body, but that was never going to happen. The second my brain decided it was a good idea to kiss her was the second everything else was decided. Chelsea still owns my fucking heart, and along with that, she owns every part of my body. And right now, my body wants what it fucking needs. What it’s been starved of for months, because even though I fucked her a month ago, that didn’t even come close to what I need.

I tear her tank top off and then her bra before bringing my hands and mouth to her tits. She threads her fingers through my hair, gripping it hard while I suck and bite.

“Oh God, yes,” she moans.

Looking up at her, I demand, “Tell me you’ve fucking missed this.”

Still with her fingers in my hair, she says, “I’ve missed this.”

Fuck.

Those three words send me over the edge.

If I ever had any shot at walking away from her, it’s gone now.

I move my hands to her hips while I lay a trail of kisses down her stomach. Her tights are the next to go, and then I’m on my fucking knees with my hands on her ass and my nose pressed to her cunt.

Fucking hell, I’m desperate for her.

I pull her panties down. Slowly. Fuck knows how I control myself, because I want them the fuck off, but I also want to taste this moment before tasting her.

If I never have her again, I want to fucking remember this.

She steps out of them and I part her legs. Placing my hands on the front of her thighs, I slowly run them up her legs while my eyes find hers. Keeping our gazes locked, I dip my face closer and run my tongue over her clit, loving the fuck out of the way she tilts her cunt towards me.

Still with my eyes on her, I slide my tongue inside her.

Jesus fuck.

I’ve fucking missed her.

Her taste is locked in my memory, but being deprived of it has driven me crazy. A memory only goes so far. A man needs to get his fill and I intend to get my fucking fill today.

She watches with heated eyes as I fuck her with my tongue. When I add my fingers, her eyes flutter closed and she moans. I fucking love that sound, and it drives me to work her harder and deeper.

“Oh God. Fuck,” she says, her hands hitting the wall beside her as she moves with the pleasure I’m giving her.

Her cunt pulses with her orgasm and fuck if that doesn’t push my dick over the fucking edge of needing inside her.

Standing, I reach for my belt, but Chelsea’s hands are more frantic than mine and have my belt and jeans undone in a few seconds. Curling her hand around my neck, she pulls my mouth to hers at the same time she hooks her leg around my body and lifts herself into my arms.

Our bodies move without us even having to think about it. Like magnets made for each other. I’ve never had this with anyone else and fuck it if I never fucking want it with anyone else. This woman in my