Page 49 of The Biker and the Loner
“Nails,” he growls low. “Use your nails.”
And there’s the reason behind his moniker “Scratch.” I’d forgotten.
Curling my fingers inward, I press my nails to his skin before dragging them upward, then down again. The feral noise that reverberates from him is long, loud, and loaded with pleasure.And hot. I do it again.
Helovesit.
When his knuckles brush up against my sex with intentional pressure, I nearly freakinglose it. Feeling as if I'm about to combust, erupt, rip right out of my skin, I force my hands down between us and begin fumbling with his belt, damn near manic with desire.
"Whoa there, Little Miss Impatient," he rumbles through a lusty chuckle.
"You're taking too long with the foreplay stuff," I whine.
"Can't take my time and enjoy my woman?"
"Sure..." I pant out, distracted and frenzied as I get done with his belt and yank it from the loops. "But some other time."
With an amused half-grin, he draws back on his knees and unzips his jeans, shoving them down along with his boxers until he's out in the wind, thick, long, curved, and aimed at me.
He fists himself. "This what you want?"
I swallow. I don’t know, but that thing looksa lotbigger than I remember. Then again, the night had been dark, bloody, and painful, so maybe not. Maybe I'm just finding it hard to believe he'd managed to fit thatinsideme, a virgin at the time.
How’s it even possible? How?
Bunching my dress up to my waist, he grabs a fistful of my panties and drags them down and off my legs, tossing them aside.
"Plump…juicy…fuckin’beautifulpussy, " he whispers with something akin to reverence as he strokes himself. “And all mine.”
A pulsing ache at my apex, I spread my legs wider and undulate my hips.Any minute now, big guy.
Scratch licks his lips and dives down, and it takes me a fast second to register what he's about to do. I throw my hand out to stop him, my palm connecting with his forehead just inches from my sex.
"No,” I breathe. “Please,don’t.”
His disappointment is unhidden but his anger is restrained. "Still?"
I’m sheepish as I whisper, "I'm sorry."
“Ley…” He crawls up my body and locks his gaze with mine, hovering. "Sure you wanna do this now? Don't mind waiting ‘til you're ready, you know. There’s no rush. Just having you here with me is enough."
I don't even need to second guess it. I mean, is he serious? This is allI've ever wanted. "No, I'm sure."
"'Kay, baby." He leans down and kisses me, soft and gentle, while he subtly positions himself at my entrance.
Dilated lust-filled eyes on mine, he asks in earnest, "You’re my woman?"
I've fought it for as long as I could, but the truth is the truth, so that's what I answer with. The truth. "I'm your woman."
At the same time he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, he sinks himself into me. And my eyes roll back, a gratified gasp wafting through my lips like smoke. “Dios mio…Si…”
He withdraws to the tip, then drives in again with a loud groan. “Tight,” he murmurs. “So goddamn tight.”
I lock my arms around his neck and pull his mouth down to mine, loving the feel of him inside me, of his weight and warmth above me, feeling cherished and secure beneath him.
His hips rotate as he fucks me, unhurried and unselfish. I match his rhythm, meeting him pelvis to pelvis. Pleasure swells inside me with each deliberate thrust, with each swivel of his hips, with each stroke of his tongue against mine.
As an orgasm broils on the horizon with the acute intensity of a typhoon, I lock my legs around his waist to feel him deeper. “Scratch…Landon…Jesus, you feel so good inside me…tan bien…yes, like that…Just like…that.”
