Page 155 of Dirty Salvation

Skin that was warm and smelled of their sex.

"Fuckin’ hell, Zara, what more do I have to say to show you I need you. I want you all day long, every minute of the night until I ache. I’m open raw for you. You’re every thought I have until I’m crazy with it. I want you drenching my cock with your orgasms. I want my name to bounce off the walls you can't stop from screamin'. I want the juices from your perfect fuckin' pussy all over me claimin' what's yours. You've set my world on fire, baby. I want every-fuckin'-thing from you. I'm a greedy possessive motherfucker where you’re concerned, you just don't know, and it's taken everything I am not to just take you over these past months, to show you what you mean to me, what we could be together if you only just reached out and took a chance on us. I'm done waitin'.

“I feel it in my gut what you got in your heart for me, whether you say it, it'sthere, Zara. And I fuckin' love you. Accept it. It doesn't come with a price. It's yours. I burned the fuckin' receipt. I don’t know about fate and destiny and all that bullshit but this between us is real, Zara. It’s like a fire out of control consuming me from the gut upwards. Take that chance. You can’t keep too much already inside, you can’t bottle up everythin’, or people like you and me we go crazy. Whether you tell me I know it’s there. Want nothing from you except you. Only you, Icy."

He kissed along her hammering vein, before trailing the same unending kiss down her collarbone, along her chest, across to first one stiff nipple then the other, sucking both in greeting until they were hard. He almost came just looking at them. Her nipples loved his tongue, greedy babies.

“Rider.Jesus.And then you say all that sweet to me. You undo me. Just when I think I have my balance here you come knocking me over.”

Her eyes turned glassy.

“I’ll catch you.” Her flat stomach got a skim of wet open mouthed kisses, too thin, he thought again, like she'd never had enough to eat for a long time. He could spend the next ten years taking care of his old lady and still that stark truth of her ordeal would still be the nightmare in his brain. “Trust me that I won’t let you fall, baby.” He loved every-single-thing he saw, and he set about letting her know it by kissing her everywhere, lingering for a long time again at each breast until she showed some reaction, until her body gave out on an exhale, feeling her tense body growing lax …accepting, letting Rider know her coolness had melted and his Zara was back in the moment with him.

“Will you trust me?” braced above her there was a second of silence, her chest inflating rapidly against his, he willed her almost to give him this without a fight, not to knock them back fifty steps, fuck no, not when he’d just chicked out with feelings. He saw she was scared, it radiated out of her eyes, and the slight tremor of her body. He’d spewed his guts not expecting anything in return, thoughfuck. He did want his girl to love him back, call him a fucking pansy but he wanted the words as well.

“I already do.Always. You saved me, Ambrosio, but beyond that, you stood at my back and let me save myself every single day never pushing me just being at my back. God. That means everything to me. Of course, I trust you. You just threw me with …that ... Is all. I do trust you and what you say.” she heaved a breath and Rider did some of his own air sucking as well because he hadn’t expected the confession.

Fucking hellshe was goddamn amazing.

“Baby. Fuck. Always gonna be there, you got it? Together.”

“Together.” she agreed softly and looking up at him like she loved him back. Rider didn’t need her to say the words yet. They’d come in their own time.

When he heard her involuntary inhale Rider grinned dipping his head he kissed against her belly. “My smart beautiful girl. I love you, deal with it. Now open your fuckin' sexy-as-sin legs for me while I have my breakfast."

Caught her off guard. Rider used that slack momentum to pry her legs apart with his hands, he was stronger than she was so he kept them pressed wide open using only his shoulders, massaging her thighs relaxing her into the bed, seeing all that juicy bare pink waiting for him. He licked his lips. Fucking famished.

If he touched her now he'd find her slippery.

Giving him a blowjob had turned his girl on. She gave him a fresh erection. "Wha ... wait. Ambrosio, wait a second. I didn't give you ... really, you don't have to just because I did. That was for you."

When would Zara learn anything about Rider? He didn't do anything he didn't want to. And right now, his mouth was watering to get at her pussy, to wring an orgasm out of her she wouldn't have the energy to think about hiding behind her walls ever again.

“I can smell you, baby. Sweet honey teasin’ me. It’s driving me fuckin’ insane,needto..wantto ...haveto fuckin’ taste you.” He took one long lick up her slit, exposing her hard-little clit to his tongue.So happy to see me.He flicked around the sensitive bump, fixed his mouth from clit to entrance in an open-mouthed kiss. Her taste exploded on his tongue, Rider went from hungry to ravenous eating at her erotically.

She bucked moaning, he saw her grip the bed in her two fists.

"There's my sweet honey." Eyes on her he let her watch him snake his tongue out and lick her from top to bottom of her pussy. "I'm starved for you. And a real man eats his girl's pussy for breakfast."

"Oh. My. God. You truly need to curb that dirty unfiltered mouth, Ambrosio." Even after everything they'd done to each other’s body, Zara could still blush. He grinned despicably, waiting for her eyes to reach his before he licked her sweetness again. This time she didn't chastise or try to close her legs, she gripped his hair bringing him closer, pushing his face into her pussy.Dirty girl.Her knees went slack falling to the bed sighing into her ragged moan, he felt her body soften as her other hand came to his head. And then her voice, softer than an angel barely reached his ears because he was too damn busy burying his face in soaked heaven.

"Fine. Don't let me stop you getting your fill, bad biker. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day...oh god right there, do that again… Riiiiiiiiderrrrrr."

She claimed the same about dinner that night, too, when Rider fucked Zara like the badass biker she called him, on the kitchen counter, also up against the fridge rocking the magnets holding up recipe cards to the floor, while food boiled and bubbled on the stove, his girl screaming and Rider told her four more times that he fucking loved her.

She believed him this time and just blushed. He'd get the words when she was ready. He wasn't going anywhere.

He made sure she ate two plates of food afterward.

With the taste of his girl in his mouth, like the perverted cat that got the canary, he had one arm around her cuddled in all soft and warm, sated just how he loved her being, Rider reached for his cell when it vibrated inside his jeans pocket on the floor.

“Rider…?” her voice silk almost made him drop his pants and fuck her again. All day fuck fests he could get used to. Addicted as hell to her. And his cock was even worse. Straight up crackhead for her, never happier than when it was clenched in hot and seduction.

He kissed her forehead. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“‘kay” and right there naked on the couch, legs tangled together, her hand laid across his chest Zara dropped to sleep again, her little puffs of air through pursed lips cranked out his smile.

The smile vanished reading a text from Grinder. His tracker had done the impossible. He typed his own message out in record time Three more texts followed to Hawk, and to two of his prospects to get their asses to his house. He wanted eyes all over it while he was leaving Zara alone.

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