Page 52 of Legend
Stepping closer, he grabbed me up and kissed me.
I eagerly pressed my body against his and kissed him back. This was all that I’d wanted for a long time. To just be able to kiss him. Hold his hand, talk with him, alone. Yes, the sex had been totally off the charts, but just being with him had been the dream and now I was living it.
Again, we hit the wild side in three freaking seconds. Wrapping his arms around me, he backed me up to the wall. We were again out of control as he reached down and unsnapped my jeans then tugged them down over my hips.
I wasn’t going to be left out, so I reached down and unsnapped his jeans then pulled his hard length out. Before I knew it, he had me straddling him as he entered me, pumping into me hard and fast while the desperate kiss went on. I couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute we were smiling at each other and the next, he was inside of me. We held each other as tightly as we could as we came together, breathlessly and wildly. I sucked in a deep breath as my climax hit me.
At the same time, Legend tucked his hips back then lunged up high and came inside me.
Breathless, we held onto each other. Our lips were still sealed.
Finally, Legend pulled his head back to look into my eyes. “Wow, I-I’m sorry about that—”
I raised my hand to place it over his mouth. “Oh, hell no. Do not apologize for that hotness!” I laughed.
He grasped my hand and turned it, palm up, to kiss it. “I’m not sure but I think I just lost my damned mind for several minutes.”
“Well, if that is what you want to call it, feel free to lose it whenever you want!” I leaned my forehead against his. “This is us, Legend. Us together after having been denied this for five years. And don’t argue with me about it but I was ready for you at twenty. At least now, we are finally on track. But damn, are you one hot man.” I chuckled.
“Well, you were on fire, woman.” He grinned at me. “Someone had to put you out.”
We laughed together.
Pulling back, he said, “We’d better get cleaned up.”
My eyes lit up, I know they did.
He shook his head. “No shower. I can’t get naked with you and not lose my ever lovin’ mind again. Nope. We don’t have time, Glory.”
I fake pouted. “Ok…”
He kept chuckling as he reached over to the top of his dresser to grab a tissue box. “I would be a gentleman and clean you up, but I don't trust myself.” He handed the tissues to me with a grin.
I scoffed. “Whatever. People can wait until we are ready to go.”
Shaking his head he replied, “Well, isn’t that special? You can’t be serious.” He smiled at me. “You are my queen, Glory. But that doesn’t mean you areeveryone’squeen.”
I snickered. “Well, at least I’m yours now.”
He paused and tucked my hair back with his fingers as he stated in a low voice, “You are all mine, Glory.” His eyes burned at me.
Dramatically, I leaned my head back to look up at the ceiling. “Finally!” I exclaimed with a victorious yell.
Laughing, he shook his head as he wandered over to the bathroom for a minute and then came back out. “Here's a washcloth.” He walked over to give it to me then he went back into the bathroom.
I finished cleaning up and got myself together again. Wandering over to his bed, I stared at it. I wanted us to be here too. I’d dreamed of being in his bed for longer than I could remember. So, when we got back from New Orleans I planned on being right here. I looked down at his duffel bag and paused.
“I don’t like luggage,” he said from behind me.
I looked up at him. “That is too funny.”
“Why?” he asked as he looked confused.
“Because I have a duffel packed too. I hate suitcases. I even have a smaller duffel that’s just for my hygiene stuff. You know, toothbrush shampoo and bodywash.”
He chuckled. “Maybe it’s because we are bikers?”
I laughed. “Well, most wouldn’t agree that I’m a biker. I don’t understand why though. I can outride most of the men here. Outshoot them too, and I have a mean left hook.”
