Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,32
side and caresses his lips on my cheek. “But then that won’t be enough.”
My chest is rising in beats that would match a tempo of a raging bass. “No?”
“No. Fuck no. I’d take off your pants and dip my fingers into your panties to feel how wet you are, but then that wouldn’t be enough.” Hot puffs of breath leave his lips as he roams his lips down my neck. The space between my legs pulsates and wetness coating my panties. “Then I’d want to taste too. I’d somehow manage to rip my lips from yours and kiss your pussy until you’re coming on my tongue.”
I whimper and lean away from him, gripping the armrest of the couch for dear life.
“But then that wouldn’t be enough,” he growls, almost angry. “I’d need to slide my cock inside you and feel you grip me.”
Oh, god. “Would it be enough then?”
“No,” he states, drifting his hand up my torso, following the curve.
“No?” I repeat, a bit surprised. What else would a man want?
“I have a feeling I’ll always want more when it comes to you. It’s why I’m going to go. I’m going to walk out that door, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow night for our date like a real gentleman should.”
“Are you a gentleman?”
“No, but I want to be for you.”
“So if I said—” I whine pathetically as he peppers a kiss along my collarbone. “When I tell you I’m a virgin, you’ll be okay with that?”
He grips me by my hips and throws me around like I weigh nothing, until I find myself pinned against the wall by the couch. I’m barely standing on my own two feet, his fingers digging into the bone, which is the only thing keeping me upright.
“You’ve never been with anyone? Look at me,” he snaps, gripping the top of my neck to force me to look at him.
I shake my head, and I feel the sway of my curls bounce around me.
“Fuck,” he rocks my hips against him, and his erection rubs against me, igniting a new fire that I’ve never felt before.
“Is that bad?”
“No. You have no idea how much…” a frustrated groan leaves him, vibrating his chest until I can feel it against mine. The stubble on his cheek scratches mine, and he kisses me right next to the edge of my mouth. “I’m going to go. I’m going to walk out that door, say goodnight, and go to my room where I’m going to jack myself off thinking about you.”
“Kansas,” I moan, half-tempted to say the hell with it and let him take me right here and now.
“Don’t say my name like that. Fuck me, don’t say it like that. You’re turning me into a weak man.” He steps away, breaking the erotic contact and readjusting himself, which only makes me yearn for him more when I see the outline of his cock.
I stay exactly where I am, frozen against the wall, too afraid to move or I might break this spell I’m under.
“Goodnight, Violet.”
“Goodnight,” I say through choppy, unstable breaths.
I watch him leave, his firm ass hugging against his boot-cut jeans. He grabs his coat and opens the door, and the untamed air swirls in again, bringing the scent of salt and snow.
“Violet?”
I turn around to see the door halfway shut and his back turned to me, so I can’t see his face.
“Kansas?”
“Dream of me.” He slams the door closed, and I’m left with unsatisfied heat between my legs.
Dream of me.
It would be impossible to not dream of Kansas.
The man, not the state.
The winter air does nothing to cool my heated skin. I’m on fucking fire for her. I’m going out of my fucking mind with how much I want her. Every time I breathe, the air fogs, but it isn’t frozen. No, I doubt it. It’s smoke from the inferno inside me.
I’ve fucked a lot of women. I’ve had the need for sex just like every other man that needed to scratch an itch, but the need for Violet is so much more than that. It’s an all-consuming rage. It’s the need to claim her, over and over again. It’s as if I need to get a certain point across for her to understand how much she needs to know she’s mine.
It’s premature for me to say, but I know it. I don’t care how long I have to wait; I’ll prove we will be good together.
And then I’ll get between her legs, a place no man has