front of the apartments."
"Do you have to leave?" She thrust her fingers in his hair, wanting to convince him to stay longer.
She wasn't ready for the calm to go away and her life to return to her new normal. As long as he stayed inside the apartment with her, they could work things out. It seemed every time he stepped out the door, something happened to destroy what they had together.
"He's here to see Cami. Not me."
She raised her head and kissed him. "Do you think we can...?"
All night, he'd stopped himself from having sex with her. She understood the reasons, though she wanted to be with him.
He cocked his brow. "What do you want?"
Her pussy spasmed in response. She swallowed at the onslaught of last night's talk and how openly they'd confessed their need to be together. "You."
His hard cock pressed between her legs. Only her panties kept him from thrusting inside of her.
"Sweetheart, dig deeper." His voice lowered. "What do you want? Do you want my cock?"
She nodded.
"Then, say it."
Her stomach fluttered. "I want your cock."
"Where?"
"Duh," she whispered.
"Where? Say it," he repeated.
She exhaled, silently laughing. The pure enjoyment over their back and forth conversation delighted her. If he wanted her to talk dirty to him, she'd take up the challenge. It was only their outer bodies they were talking about. It wasn't as if she had to divulge the sexual secrets that flooded her head that she never spoke out loud or had to confess to how she turned into a raging, sex-starved woman around him.
Though, he probably already suspected there were many, many sexual thoughts about him floating in her head.
She moistened her lips, ready to go to battle. "I want your cock on my thigh."
Amusement bubbled up inside of her at her absurd answer and quickly faded when he took her seriously and shifted his body. He held himself up on his arms and knees, lightly stroking the velvety hardness of his length along her inner thigh, not quite reaching her pussy.
The cords along Paco's stomach rippled at the strength it took to hold himself off her. She stroked his cheek. The tension in his jaw remained hard underneath her palm.
"Where else?" His breathing deepened. "Your neck?"
Her breath hitched. It was so absurd, so abnormal, so silly.
And yet because it was Paco, she said, "Yes."
Watching him move his body and seeing his pleasure aroused her more. He was a virile, sexy man. There was something about how he controlled himself to please her, to do what she wanted, that excited her.
It thrilled her in a way that she regained control of her life again. With him, she wasn't a victim of her past or a pathetic mess who'd poured her heart out in a journal.
She was desired.
She was wanted.
Paco crawled on the bed, kneeling on the mattress. His cock hovered in her view. She reached to cup his balls, and he slapped her hand away.
"Neck, sweetheart." Paco wrapped his broad hand around the base of his hardness.
She dropped her hand to her side and ground the back of her head into the pillow, giving him more access to her neck. He would probably win that round because she was extremely ticklish under her chin. Just the thought of him touching her there gave her goosebumps.
He trailed the tip of his erection from her mouth to her collarbone. She shivered, panting through the urge to clamp her chin to her chest.
He brought his cock up to her mouth and tapped her lips. "Point me in the right direction, sweetheart."
She failed miserably in her attempt to wrap him in erotic play when she was the one getting turned on. She opened her mouth, swiping her tongue along the underside of his hardness.
He gripped his cock harder. His knuckles turned white. The way he pleased himself fascinated her. He was a lot rougher, more violent, but that shouldn't have surprised her. He was a biker.
A man without scruples when it came to his enemies and full of pride when it came to those he cared about. He carried that into the bedroom with him.
While not a virgin, her past relationships never included intimacy beyond dating. Sex had started out as a curiosity at sixteen years old and had ended the same way without really knowing much more about the men she'd slept with.
Sex with Paco was on a deeper level. Her body craved to connect with his.
Capturing the head of his cock, she sucked him into her mouth and