Page 29 of The Biker and the Gamer
A quick gasp escapes me from the suddenness of it all. But I submit with the next breath, parting my lips and letting him have me. He drives me back against the doorjamb and the joint falls from my hand as I reach up and lock my arms around his neck. Our tongues collide, but his bully mine into concession as he takes and owns and claims. I never imagined him to be such a demanding kisser, so sure and confident.
But dammit, he’samazing.
As his tongue beats mine over once more, I moan into his mouth, my body on fire. Nipples tight, core tight, heart sprinting. I’ve imagined this so many times. So. Many. Times. But never did I imagine it would feel this good.
Breaking, he looks down at me, breath ragged, his eyes darkly intense, my face still held between his strong hands. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you.”
“Then why did you stop?”
“To catch my breath.”
I snicker.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you without your goth make-up.” He lowers his hands from my face to my neck, taking me in. “You look so cherubic without it. Innocent. Very...Selena Gomez.”
“Don’t be ruining my street cred. I’m a badass.”
“Uh-huh. Until you wash your make-up off.”
“Shut up.” I pull my hands from around his neck to shove him. “Why did I invite you again?”
He laughs. “Because you wanted to know what I taste like.”
I roll my eyes and shove him again, then start to stomp away. “Gawd, you’re annoying.”
He catches me around the waist from behind and kisses my neck. “But you miss my annoying, don’t you?”
My body sags back against him and I melt under his touch as I admit, “I do.” I turn into his arms and our mouths meet again. Hungrily this time. Our tongues clashing, warring. This time I’m fighting back, deliciously so.
I slide my hand under his shirt and glide upward, feeling the ridges of his abs against my palms. He’s a lot harder than I expected him to be. Curious, I grab the hem of his shirt with both hands and begin pulling it up, up, up, until he helps me to haul it completely off.
It’s true what the old people say about leaving things to the imagination. Seeing Alec’s body for the first time without a bunch of hideous clothes draped over it is the kind of delayed gratification I can appreciate. He might be lanky, but he isripped. Solid. Hot.
“What’s with the fish face?” he asks with a raised brow. “Never seen an ink-free body before?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I hiss, right before I reach up and grab his face, yanking him down to fuse our mouths again.
He obliges. Locks his arms tightly around me and lifts me off the ground. Instinctively, my legs wrap around him.
“A few feet to the left,” I whisper into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip. “Yellow door.”
We engage in a kissing war all the way to my bedroom.
He sets me down on the bed, hovering above me, breathing heavily. “This isn’t what I came for. I—”
“Don’t care. This is what I want.” I haul off my camisole, baring my braless body to him, giving full consent.
His gaze falls, distracted by my girls, eyes heating with flaming desire, his Adam’s apple bobbing. As if unable to help himself, he reaches up and gently brushes his thumb against my puckering nipple. He blinks, then clears his throat and meets my eyes again.
“Before we do this, know that I like youbeyondthis. What I want is more than this. I’m—”
Once again, I grab his head and pull him down. “You can tell me about all the other ways you want me some other time. For now,thisis how I want you to want me.”
A groan leaves him, and as if he’s lost the battle with whatever restraint he had, he curses under his breath and lets me have him.
That’s when the Alec I thought I knew disappears. His eyes dilate, black with lust, face taut with desire. With one hand, he seizes my jaw and kisses me, hard and with a definite purpose. Sending a message.I’m in control now.
The domination of his tongue translates loud and clear, that this is not a debate. This is not a wrestling match. So, I give in. Freely. Madly. High on lust.
