I didn’t think I could get any closer to him, but when he pulled me flush against his chest, I felt the strong force of his heat, beating wild against the leather of his biker jacket.
Wild just like him. God help me, I came here to talk, but I knew that when we got together for longer than five minutes, clothes would come off, and this was the next thing.
Us devouring each other like animals.
The minute I saw him walk through the door, looking for me, with his hair ruffled, his beard fuller, the way I liked it, and those eyes bearing into me, I wanted him.
That selfishness kicked in, and I wanted him so badly I ached.
The thing was, I’d been here for a few hours now, going over what I wanted to do, but I hadn’t come to any concrete conclusion other than the fact that what I wanted was him.
Like always, what I wanted was him, and it felt like I was in too deep to let go.
This was the risk, and I was crazy. I knew I was crazy, but screw the fucking consequences. Jesus, I played everything by the rules. Everything.
He was my exception.
The rogue card in my stack that could change things. My rogue wild card that my sister had taken from me.
Kelly was right. If we were to go back and pinpoint things, everything got thrown out of sync when Marissa betrayed me.
I didn’t want to think about that now.
Claudius cupped my face and kissed me harder. Soul-kissing me. Kissing me and showing me that he wanted me. God, he tasted so damn good. How I wished I could have been with this man every day of my life. To think that he wanted that too made me crave him even more.
When he picked me up, I wrapped my legs around him, but my lips never left his.
I had an awareness of being carried up the stairs, then the caress of the silky sheets on the bare skin of my shoulders.
This was the part where he would take me and I’d get lost, but I wanted more from him first. I stopped him just as he tugged on my dress. The little strap fell down my shoulder.
“Fuck, please don’t tell me you want to stop now,” he growled, hair falling forward over his brown eye.
I actually could stop and just stare at him. The man was gorgeous, sexy in every way, and that darkness that lurked in his eyes just made him more alluring.
“This is the part where I end up naked and you’re still dressed.” I pointed out.
“You never complained before.” He loomed over me and pressed his hand to my waist.
I pulled back and pushed him on to the bed, surprising him. The old me wasn’t like this. Taking charge and seizing the moment to enjoy the godlike man who’d charmed her.
I slid onto his lap and straddled him. “I’m on top this time.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “What if I want you on your hands and knees?” He grabbed my ass with one hand and squeezed my breasts with the other.
An idea came to my mind. A crazy, sexy, cool idea I knew would drive him wild.
I pulled my dress over my head, revealing my nakedness. All I wore underneath was my panties. My pink lace panties from Victoria’s Secret that left very little to the imagination.
My breasts bobbled on release, and his cock hardened between my thighs. It pressed into my core. I pushed against him, pressing my hands to his chest, smiling at his stunned reaction.
“I’m sorry, boss, you’re going to have to wait.”
The stunned expression intensified, and sexual heat blazed in his eyes. “Angel Doll, you’re trying to kill me with your sexiness.” He looked at me like I was the most desirable thing in the world and ran his fingers over the tight peaks of my nipples.
“Don’t you dare die on me.” I took off his jacket and lifted his T-shirt over his head, unleashing the masterpiece of his amazing body.
I took the moment to admire him. The deep planes and contours of his abs, the steep ridges of perfection in each muscle, and those tattoos.
Along the right side of his torso was a Chinese dragon that curved around to his back. On his left side was a host of Celtic swirls that ran all the way down to the top of his hip.
I still couldn’t figure which was my favorite. I’d noticed a new tattoo the other night when we were together. A cross similar to the one on his cheek. This was tattooed on his heart. It hadn’t been there four years ago. It was lame that I’d memorized this man’s body so much when I was with him that I noticed everything, and any changes. He’d only gotten sexier in the last ten years. Sexier, more beautiful, more of a masterpiece.
When I first saw it, I wondered if he’d lost someone else and it was symbolic like the one on his cheek.
“Who is this for?” I asked cautiously, brushing my fingers over the inky black surface.
He caught my fingers and stared deeply into my eyes. “You.”
He held my gaze, freezing me in the moment, and we could have been the only two people on this earth. The powerful connection that flowed from me to him scared me. It scared me because I’d never felt this way about anyone.
It had been so many years since we’d actually been together, and I guess there was still that air of uncertainty, but I knew what my heart wanted.
He was a wish my heart had yearned for, for so long.
“Me…” My voice was barely above a whisper. “You thought you lost me?”
“I did lose you.” Despite the sadness in his eyes, he gave me a wolfish grin.
“I’m here.”
“You are.” He cupped my face and kissed me. “What are you going to do to me, Angel doll?” He spoke against my lips.
That kiss almost lulled me back into that passion that made me want him to take me, but I pulled back, taking charge again.
“This.” I reached for his belt buckle and slid off him to undo it and the buttons of his jeans.
He watched me in fascination. The way a predator would watch its prey before swooping down to take it, except his gaze was filled with more sin. More desire, more need. The lust that filled his eyes made me wet just looking at him.
“You like this.” I smiled, rubbing my hand over the bulge of his cock pressing through the cotton fabric of his boxers.
“You know what I like.”
“I do.”
He lifted his hips, helping me as I slid his pants and boxers down at the same time. His massive, fat cock jutted free, springing toward me in an arc. I’d always been amazed at the thickness and length, and how badly I wanted it inside me.
I knelt down in front of him, and he reached forward to catch my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re too damn sexy, Ava, you know that?”
“As long as you think so.” That was the best answer I could give because inside I was always that person I used to be. I’d had to toughen up to deal with all the shit life threw at me and shield my heart from all the grief and sadness, but being with him… when I was with him, he made me feel okay to just be me. To do what I wanted.
He groaned when I gripped the base and lowered my head to lick the tip of his cock, where a little pre-cum had leaked out. That made him grow even harder in my hands. Straining toward me, looking like he ached for release.
The half pain-, half pleasure-filled look on his face told me so. When I lowered my head again, I took the full length of him straight into my mouth. My hands still on the base, pumping the flesh hard while I sucked him. I loved the taste of him and the way he felt in my mouth. I loved the way he ran his fingers through my hair and that he held me closer so I could take him in deeper.
Deeper and deeper until I almost choked. A deep groan rumbled within his chest when my head bobbled up and down as I sucked him, and yet he still grew harder. I knew him. I knew the point we’d reached. This was where I’d either let him come in my mouth or inside me.
No one would blame me for saving the first option for later since I ached for him to be inside me.
I stopped sucking, and he reached to pull me back up, lifting me onto him.
I straddled him again, easing down onto his cock, taking him right in until I was full, gasping at the sensation. I’d forgotten how intense this position was, that it took some getting used to.
“You alright, Angel?”
“I’m… okay,” I answered breathlessly. I tried to move my hips, but he felt so good in me, I tethered on the edge of an orgasm.
A wild one. The type that could wipe me out, and we hadn’t even gotten started yet. He hadn’t done anything to me.
“Ride me, Angel. Fuck me however you want until you’re satisfied. When I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk.” A low chuckle resonated from the hard walls of his chest, and he gripped on to me so I could take charge.
It was like something unlocked inside of me, setting me free, loose, and I started moving my hips again. Faster, going up and down on him until we both got lost in a wild rhythm, moving as one. We became those prisoners to desire again, trapped in ecstasy, locked within the need we had for each other.
Liquid fire singed my veins in a scorching wave, and I knew I couldn’t stave off that orgasm any longer. It was there. I was there. Mindless ecstasy gripped me, and tension coiled. I grabbed his wide shoulders, holding on to him so tight my fingernails dug into his skin, cutting him. But he took it like the hard man he was. I felt bad for it, but the wicked smile on his face erased the guilt from my mind.
The blissful, blistering pleasure seized me, and I came on the greedy orgasm that ripped through me, screaming in release as my muscles spasmed around his cock.
My breath… I couldn’t catch it. My lips parted as I sucked in some air trying to still the dizziness that swirled through my head.
“Fuck, Angel. You feel so good.”
I didn’t even realize that he was still moving inside me. He hadn’t come yet.
“I’m not finished with you, Angel. I haven’t started to get nasty with you yet.” He chuckled and flipped me onto my back.
Again, I connected with the silk sheets. God, the wicked smile on his face spoke of all the things he wanted to do to me. A shiver of excitement ran through me.
With another chuckle, he buried his face between my thighs and started licking and stroking my clit with his tongue.
His clever tongue set off that blinding heat inside me. Licking, stroking, teasing, exploring, getting me ready for him again. His tongue pressed into me harder and fired off short little licks against my clit, and fuck, I was there again. At the edge with a buildup.
He knew me too. Knew when it was time, knew my body and what it wanted.
He spread my thighs wide, pushed my knees up, and wedged himself between my thighs, searing me with the length of his cock. His lust-filled body hard and primal against mine.
My passage quaked and trembled at his entry, and my soul shivered when he began to move inside me again, riding me with the passion of the dark beast inside him. His relentless thrusts rammed into me, rocking my body out of existence, unleashing a storm within me.
I writhed beneath him, moaning and gasping. The sensation of him fucking me sizzled and scorched, and every inch of my body came alive.
I could actually feel it. Every nerve sparking on its own. Every part of me waking up to what I’d missed over the years of being without him. This was us. An advanced version of how we used to be.
How we used to be when he was mine. Anything after that felt forbidden, and we’d both held back. This was us, the true essence of us and all that we felt for each other.
How could I have lived without him for so long? How could I have been with anyone else thinking I could replace him, replace that hole in my heart and fill that void in my soul? Some things were irreplaceable.
That buzz of sexual heat built up again. This time more powerful than before. This time when I came, the orgasm severed me from reality and the passion that flowed between us sent a shockwave through our bodies. I knew he felt it too, and a deep growl slipped from his lips. He gripped my hips tight and gritted his teeth, jack hammering toward his own release, flooding me with the warmth of him.
He slowed to a stop, breathing hard, then collapsed next to me. I moved into his embrace when he reached for me and rested my head on the corded muscles of his chest.
Neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to.