Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,49
kiss is broken, but I need air. His lips trail down the side of my neck, nipping, licking, and kissing until he gets to the collar of my sweater. Those wide palms slide down to my ass and grip the thick globes. Knowing he is so close to my center, a gush of liquid heat escapes, soaking my panties.
My eyes hood when he kisses his way to my lips. He pushes our mouths together again. I whimper, skidding my fingertips up his sculpted physique. Even through his shirt, his stomach flexes, the muscles tightening under my touch. I trace every ridge and valley. A rumble vibrates his chest, the sound primal, animalistic, and threatening.
He sounds like he’s about to tear my clothes off, and I want him to.
The kiss comes to another stop, and I lean forward, not ready for it to end yet. My lips are tingling and on the verge of going numb since it’s cold out. Saliva pools in my mouth when I see his eyes bore into mine, lifting through voluminous lashes. It’s a demented stare, one that tells me just how hungry he is for me.
He’s starved, and a predator wanting his prey is a dangerous thing.
I’m cornered and don’t stand a chance.
“What were you saying?” he asks, a plummet of icy breath puffing from his lips to mix with mine.
The back of my head hits the wall behind me, and I stare up to the sky. The column of my neck is exposed, bared to him, and he uses it to his advantage. Amos adores my feverish skin with more kisses.
“I was saying,” I swallow, trying to catch my breath. “I was saying how you had a hundred—” I moan when he finds the spot right above my collarbone “—chances to kiss me, and you didn’t.”
“Just waiting for the right time. You kept blabbering, and I knew I had to shut you up.”
“Is that all this is?” I keep my tone light as he nibbles on my earlobe.
“Fuck no,” he growls. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”
“Why didn’t you?” I moan when the bulge of his erection presses against me again. I want to unzip his pants and free him. I want to see it, I want to touch it, I want to pleasure him.
I’m so nervous. What if I mess up?
“Because I wanted to get to know you. I wanted us to talk.” He brings his head up from my neck to look at me. One hand stays around my waist while the other caresses the outline of my body before he grips onto my neck. It’s a powerful, dominant move. If he wanted, he could hurt me with a flick of his wrist and break me right in two.
I didn’t think I’d ever like being in the hands of someone so strong, but there’s a thrill being in the clutches of a man that could kill me if he wanted to.
“I meant what I said. I didn’t want to rush us. I wanted more than I’ve had before when it comes to you, and now that I’ve had a taste, my worries are cemented now.”
“What worries?”
“That kissing you—” he meshes his body against mine and those skilled fingers trace along my jaw “—that touching you wouldn’t be enough.”
“Oh.”
He taps a quick kiss to my lips. “Yeah, oh.” The tattoos along his neck dance as the tendons jump and the gold nose ring has a glint to it from the light casting from the breezeway.
Amos reminds me of the kind of man you don’t want to see in the dark, but when you do, he yanks you into the dark with him.
And that’s it.
You’re lost in his abyss, and there is rarely a way out.
“Let me walk you to your door now,” he says, groaning when he rubs his hands over my ass one last time. “Yeah, we have to now. I’m about to lose it. You’re too fucking sexy.” He squeezes the left cheek until I yelp from a pinch of pain, but I kind of like it. “Fuck, okay.” I drop my legs, and he steps away from me. Cold replaces his warmth leaving me to shiver.
I rake my eyes down his body, but before I can get a good look at his bulge, he tilts my chin up with his fingers. “Come on, Springs. Let me finish this night as a gentleman. I can’t make any promises tomorrow, though. I don’t think I have it in me.”