Page 84 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
“Fuck,” he ground out, and then he was kissing me, hard and hungry. Every drag of his lips, every stroke of his tongue, stripped the air from my lungs and left me feeling claimed in ways I didn’t know I craved.
This man wanted me. I had never felt so desired. And I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be long before every single piece of me was his.
He ended the kiss and then made his way down my body. Hands gripping, mouth tasting, he spent time with every inch like he’d never laid eyes on it. My fingers sank into his hair, and my back arched, again and again, chasing every touch.
By the time he settled between my legs, I was way past ready for him. Our eyes met as he licked his way up my pussy, and they stayed locked as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Jake!” My fingers twisted harder in his hair.
He spread my legs wider and rested one hand on my lower stomach, holding me still. “Your pussy’s the only place I ever wanna be,” he rasped, his mouth sealing over me again.
He kissed and licked and sucked before lifting his face to look at me again. “I wanna get so fuckin’ lost in you.”
He circled my clit with his finger, then gave me his mouth again, his beard rough against my skin. I rocked shamelessly against him, pulling at his hair without a single thought about whether I was hurting him.
He clearly liked it, because he stopped for long enough to growl, “Fuck my face harder, darlin’, and don’t you dare let go of my hair.”
So, I did. And after he made me come a second time, he raised himself up onto his knees, tugged his shirt off and reached for the button on his jeans. I had other ideas, though, and sat up to take over.
Jake’s mouth spread out into a slow, smouldering smile. “You wanna take charge, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.” I bit my lip, a wicked smile forming. “I might let you stuff my mouth with your cum if you’re lucky.” I watched his brain turn to straight porn and tilted my head as I added, “You know, since I’ve got gangster’s girl stamped across my forehead.”
“Christ,” he said, his voice shredded.
I undid his jeans and pushed them down. His deep groan of pleasure was the last thing I heard as I took him to the back of my throat.
“Jesus, Eden.” He fisted my hair and held it while he fucked my mouth. The sound he made as I swallowed was indecent. And maybe the very best sound I’d ever heard.
“You are something fuckin’ else,” he said after, pulling me into his lap, his hands going straight to my breasts. Dipping his face, he kissed his way up my neck, his mouth hot and greedy. When he reached my mouth, he murmured, “Dangerous.”
I pressed my body hard against his, wrapping my arms around him. “Dangerous?”
“Yeah, baby.” He moved his mouth to speak against my ear. “You make me want things I’ve never wanted.”
Everything about this moment blazed lust through my veins.
Our bodies locked tight.
His hands, staking claim.
The gravel in his voice.
The possessiveness in his tone.
I kissed his neck, letting my lips linger on his skin, gently sucking him. “What kind of things?” My voice was half hum, half purr, and even I was shocked at how sexy I sounded.
“Things that require the crossing of lines. And trust me—” He angled my face so he could meet my gaze again. “—I’ve crossed a lot of lines in my life, but this type?” He shook his head. “I’ve never even come close.”
My heart sped up as I stared into his eyes. “I feel the same,” I whispered.
He took that in for one scorching beat, then took possession of my mouth, kissing me like I was his to do whatever he wanted with. It was the hottest kiss of life, and it will take me some time to analyse it all later. With its own dedicated spreadsheet, of course.
“I fuckin’ like the taste of myself in your mouth,” he said when he finally pulled back, his breath ragged.
Holy. Hell.
The things this man says to me.
