Page 132 of Burning Ember
“No. It was perfect.”
The side of his mouth curls up. “So does that mean I’m gonna be able to get you on the back of my bike again?” His eyes slowly travel over my face and he tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Only if you show me how fast this thing can really go.”
He chuckles. “You sure you can handle it that fast, babe?”
The shot I downed earlier, might be giving me a little courage or I just naturally want to test his control. “I guess we’ll have to try it and find out.”
“Come here,” he says in a husky tone. Then I have no idea how he does it, but he grabs me and shifts me around so I’m sitting in front of him, my thighs over his, my chest facing his, and his erection hitting me exactly where he’s had me aching for hours.
Holding my face, he stares into my eyes. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. I’ll be happy just to hold you.” Though his eyes are riddled with lust, a sincere expression covers his dark features.
Raising a brow, I tease, “Will you?”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “I’m trying to be good and patient, and soft, Doll, but you’re giving me the feelin’ that’s not what you need.”
I slowly sneak my hands under his cut and under his shirt. He jerks as if shocked by my fingertips, then groans and closes his eyes. He whispers something so softly that I almost don’t hear it. But I do. He whispers my name. Myreal name. And it sounds so good coming from his lips.
“Tell me what you really want to do, Mav. No more sweet lies for my benefit.”
His eyes open and sear me with the heat they’re throwing off. Reaching up, his thumb sweeps over my bottom lip. I barely recognize his voice. It’s so deep. “I want to abuse this mouth, Doll. In so many ways. I’m obsessed with this fuckin’ mouth.” Lightning fast, he threads one hand through my hair and tugs my head back. He kisses me hard and fast. As he pulls back, he bites my lip and lets it slowly slip from between his teeth.
Tendrils of lust shoot straight to my sex.
“I want to explore every single inch of this freckled skin.” His tongue darts out and tastes me. He sucks on my skin roughly until I both gasp and flinch from the spark of pain.
“And when I finally bury my face between your legs, Doll, I wanna make you lose your mind, the same way you’ve been makin’ me lose mine.”
Image after image of him doing these things flashes through my head and my core tightens. Locking his hand around my waist, he yanks me closer and his erection grinds against me.
“When you recover, I’ll fuck you, Ember, like we both need me to. Fuck you until neither of us has the strength to move anymore.”
Every cell in my body is lighting up. I close my eyes and lick my lips. “God, Mav.”
His hot breath does amazing things to my insides as he says into my ear, “Or do you want it nice and soft and sweet, Doll? It’s your choice. I’ll give it to you any way you want it.”
My thoughts are jumbled and hazy. I can’t think of how to respond. At this moment, I don’t care how he takes me. I just need him to do it. I want to feel his skin, his body, his weight on top of me.
“Just make it good.”
“I can do that, baby doll. I can do that all night long.”
Memories of my time with Warner try to creep in, but I push them far away and remind myself of two things. I promised myself the day I left Warner that I wouldn’t give him the power of being able to steal one more moment of my life. And I won’t make the same mistake Mav did. I won’t let my past keep hurting me and stop me from living. I won’t let it corrupt my future.
He’s not Warner and I’m not Dana. And maybe together, we can heal from the scars we carry.
Using the tight grip he has on my hair for leverage, he fuses our mouths together.
His kiss takes me to another place, away from my thoughts and worries. Only this exists, him, and the way he leads but gives me enough room to follow and explore him too. One second, he’s licking at my mouth with soft caresses like he’s sampling a decadent dessert; and then next, like the complicated man he is, he’s groaning and eating at me like he’s famished and I’ve got exactly what he needs.
He’s unpredictable and for the first time, it excites me. Being with him is thrilling. I have no idea what to expect from him next.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he breathes against my mouth.
I obey and he lifts me, and rises off the bike. A few seconds later, he’s at the front door, and cursing under his breath. “Hold on.” I tighten my legs around his waist and hold on to the back of his head. His hand digs into his pocket, until he produces a key and unlocks the door. Before he even steps over the threshold, he’s dropping the keys, kicking the door closed, and kissing me madly again.
“We need a bed,” he growls. “I just hope to God they moved it in.”
