Page 122 of Burning Ember
There are times in life when you see something so beautiful that it leaves an impression on your soul. Those unforgettable moments stay with us for eternity.
MAVERICK
I don’t think I’ll ever recover. That was fuck. Just fuck. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. But I didn’t. It’ll never compare. Kissing her. Feeling her under my hands. Tasting her. Nothing else will ever come close.
What was I thinking?
This girl will ruin me. If she ever leaves me like Dana did, I won’t just be left with a black heart. Because it will be dead. Ash and dust.
I’m still reeling as I pick her up and place her on my bed. “Lie with me,” I say because I can’t tell her that I’m so fucking hard for her right now that there’s no damn way can I walk through the clubhouse. And the mere thought of any of my brothers seeing her like this, flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, and mussed hair, has my hackles rising.
She’s mine now whether she knows it or not. I’ve fallen so fuckin’ deep into her there’s no going back.
After lying down, I pull her to lie on my chest. I rub my hand over the silky smooth skin of her back. She sighs and it sends flurries of pleasure shooting through me.
“I’ve never done that before.”
My hand stills on her back, and I tilt my head to the side to look at her face. “Never done what?” Then it hits me. “Orgasmed?”
She does that little nod she always does. “With myself, yeah, but not with . . .”
“Someone else?”
She nods again. Mother of Christ. If that doesn’t send murder rushing through my veins, I don’t know what does. “Your ex was a piece of shit,” I growl.
“Yeah, I know.”
I make a mental note to coax some information out of her about this ex of hers. Then I can find the fucker, and my brothers and me can go say hello. And goodbye.
I pinch her chin and make her look up at me. “You okay? You know, with what we just did?”
She cuddles into me and brushes her nose against my chest, making my cock throb that much more. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
Oh, fuck. This girl is gonna wreck me.
I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her to me. “I have a feeling it’s only gonna get better from here.”
“You think?”
Her teal eyes flicker up to mine. “I know it will. I’m not fuckin’ this up. You feel good right where you are. Don’t want you anywhere other than right here.”
As silence stretches around the room, I bask in the feel of her, how perfectly we fit together, almost as if she was made by someone upstairs just for me. Each second I hold her makes me achingly aware of my erection. It’s pulsing with the need to be inside her, but I have to ignore it. I can’t rush this. Not like I did the last time.
I pushed Dana into a relationship she didn’t want. Truth be told, I pushed the pregnancy on her too. I thought she wanted all of it. Me, a family, a house, a future. But I was projecting my own dreams on her, and that’s where shit went wrong. This time, I’ll pay attention to Doll’s needs and wants, not just my own.
She doesn’t realize this, but in less than an hour, she’s turned my day, my life, my world upside down, and changed the course of both of our tomorrows. She’s brightened my future and given me so much to look forward to.
A verse springs to mind and without filtering my thoughts, I quote it, “Life will be brighter than noonday, and darkness will become like morning.”
“Mmmm,” she’s says dreamily. “What is it? Its sounds like a poem?”
“It’s from the Book of Job.” I reach down and lock our fingers together. Then bring them up to my mouth. I kiss the back of her hand before resting our joined hands on my chest.
“The Book of Job?”
“From the bible. Verse eleven-seventeen.”
She raises and gives me a curious look. “You’ve read the bible?”
