Page 65 of Lawless
He'd been so calm and detached down in that cave with a steady heartbeat. Now it raced under my palm through the thin shirt he wore. I groped down his chest, feeling for the hem of his shirt to remove the barrier between his skin and mine. Ineededthat heat again, to feel the texture of his scars and the coarse hair dusting his chest and under his navel.
He pawed at my top with the same frenzy, his hands roaming further than they ever did in that ravine. When my flimsy bra came off, his mouth fell to my neck as his hands swept forward to my chest.
At the first sensation of his calloused hands on my breasts, my head dipped back with a shameless moan. My whole body responded with a shiver at his rough thumbpads pressing over my nipples.
"Sensitive here, huh?" he murmured at the base of my throat before his lips trailed down my skin to meet his hands.
"Yeah." The word came out a breathy whisper as I braced one hand on the table behind me. A dull ache pulsed between my legs, growing needier with every caress and swipe of Reaper's tongue.
I grabbed the sides of his face, returning his mouth to mine with a fierce hunger. An amused chuckle rumbled through him. I felt it from my lips all the way to my core, stretching on my tiptoes to kiss him harder, to taste him deeper.
His hands slid down to my ass, grabbing each side with a firm hold that bordered on painful. That small hint of roughness sent me climbing him like a tree, gluing my inner thighs to his hips until my feet left the ground and locked behind him. He helped me up, holding me securely by my ass as he lifted me off the table and turned toward the bedroom of his fancy suite.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
A knock startled me mid-kiss and Reaper let out an annoyed growl.
"Not now!" he yelled at the door.
"Sir," it sounded like one of Gunner's men. "The VP and Captain Gunner want to meet with you about—“
"I fucking saidnot now! One more word gets you a black eye, kid!"
His next kiss was rougher—full of teeth, possessiveness, and growling groans. I grew lightheaded with desire at the sudden change, molding my body to his as I returned his kisses with equal passion. I wanted, no,neededto hear those moans from him again. When he laid me down on his unmade bed with surprising gentleness, I came to the stark realization I wasn't afraid of him anymore.
"What if that was important?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Even if it is, it can wait." His fingers slid into the waistband of my scrub pants, yanking them down my legs. "Nothing is as important as this right now," he smoothed a hand up my thigh, rough fingertips tracing over my hip bones.
"Oh, really?" I tried to make my tone flirty but I had to know something beforethishappened. "Does that mean you won't ignore me anymore after you get off?"
He didn't answer but laid on his side next to me. Silently, he traced small circles on my hips and lower belly.
His silence made me so insecure, I couldn't stop myself from rambling. "I'm not asking for this to be any more than sex. I'm fine with that, just, you know. Can we put everything else behind us?"
His hand slid across my ribcage, cupping my breast before his palm met the mattress on the other side of me. Then he was on top of me, green eyes practically glowing.
"You saved my dog, my best friend," he said. "I can't put into words how important that makes you."
His mouth descended on mine again with the same passion as before, but full of tenderness rather than rough bites. There were so many layers to this man and I had a feeling I'd barely scratched the surface.
As his thighs nudged mine apart, I slid my palm down the horned skull inked on his chest. After rows of hard abs, my hand met an equally hard bulge straining to be freed from his jeans.
His moan through his kiss was so loud and hot. I loved that I could feel him as well as hear him.
He helped me unbutton and unzip him with a hurried hand, allowing me to shove his pants down muscular thighs that clearly knew how to ride both a motorcycle and a woman.
His lower half, cock included, was just as tanned as the sunkissed olive glow of his upper body. A surge of heat and desire ran through me at the thought of this glorious naked man lying out in the sun. He graced me with another sexy moan, this time vibrating against my neck, as my hand wrapped around the base of his thick shaft.
"Yes," he hissed in a tight whisper as I stroked upward, following the curve of his luscious cock. "Just like that."
Cradling my head in one hand, his fist tightened in my hair as he pulled. Staring at the headboard, the column of my throat exposed, he alternated between rough and gentle kisses on the sensitive flesh of my neck. I felt his hips move, beginning to thrust into my hand as he nipped my throat.
His other hand made a slow, lazy descent down my body, stopping for detours at my breasts, my waist, and both hip bones before venturing between my legs. He let out a pleased hum at what he found here.
"I take it you're enjoying yourself?" he murmured, slicking his fingers in slow, teasing exploration of my sex.
"Mmm," was all I could reply, writhing wantonly against his hand.
