Page 23 of Pike
His gaze was heavy and hooded. Wicked and gorgeous. “You good?”
I smiled, nodding slowly and then faster. “Really good. You?”
“Never better.” Those two words came out low and gritty, as if he’d been gargling rocks.
Never better.“Oh. Okay.” I kissed him again but this time I didn’t hesitate at all, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my mouth to his with those words—never better—ringing in my ears. Suddenly I was hungry for just this moment, this kiss, hot and intense. I flicked my tongue against his top lip and then his bottom, shivering when he growled his pleasure. Finally I reached the seam of his lips and slicked inside, groaning when our tongues touched again.
His arms banded around me and pulled me close, so I completely straddled his body, feeling the hard length of him pressed between my thighs. He growled and deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out in rhythm with the roll of his hips.
With his encouragement I began to move slowly but surely against his erection. It was long and thick and while I was scared—I hadn’t been with a man other than Marcus in too many years—I was more excited than anything else. I pressed down, grinding harder as I slid back and forth over him. My breaths came in harsh, shallow thrusts as my desire, myneedgrew. When he nibbled my bottom lip, a shiver overwhelmed me, and moisture flooded my panties. “Pike,” I whispered against his lips.
He froze, his hands cupping my ribs while his thumbs gently rubbed against the hard peaks of my nipples. “We should stop.”
His words made me hesitate. I stopped and pulled back just enough that his face came into focus. “You don’t want me?” I felt his need between my legs but then again, I was grinding against him like a wild woman, maybe it was just a physiological response.
His jaw clenched tight as his gaze pierced through me. “I want you. Fuck me, Chloe, but I really fucking want you. I shouldn’t and neither should you, but I do.”
I nodded because what else could I do? His words, every single syllable, was the absolute truth. This was probably a bad idea and Lord knows I’ve had enough bad ideas to last several lifetimes, but there was one fact I couldn’t deny. Pike made me feel things I had no right to feel, no right to demand from him.But this feeling of being desired and craved, the naked want in his gaze made me want to throw caution to the wind.
I wasn’t asking for forever and even if I was, that was impossible with this man. I knew that much yet still I wanted him. I wanted this.
Just for tonight.
“Chloe.”
I nodded again, blinking until what I wanted to say solidified in front of my eyes. “I know,” I began slowly. “You’re right about everything. But I’ve never felt like this before. This wanted and needed. And I can’t,” my voice broke off, and I had to look away.
“Hey,” he said softly, taking one finger to my chin and turning my gaze back to him. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t let the last time I was with a manbethe last time with a man.” I stared at him so that he could see what I was asking of him, what I was saying without pushing the words past my lips. “Please. I have no right to ask and if you say no, I’ll accept that without making it weird, but please give me a new memory to replace that one.”
The skin between his brows crinkled. The lines around his lips were more pronounced.
He was angry. This ask was too much.
I swallowed the hurt and removed myself from his personal space when his hands gripped my hips tight enough to make me gasp. “You sure about this?”
Hell no. “Yes. Absolutely, yes.”
“Okay.” That was all he said, calm and cool while my entire body was doused in gasoline and set on fire.
Chapter Fourteen
Pike
Okay. I must be out of my fucking mind to agree to walk through the minefield ofwhatever the fuck this iswith her. With Chloe. This woman had singlehandedly turned my life upside down and even if she didn’t mean to do it and even though she wasn’t directly at fault, part of me still blamed her.
But the bigger part of me, the part with a raging fucking boner and torched skin? That part wanted her in a way I hadn’t ever wanted a woman before. A way I’d neverletmyself want a woman. They were emotional and messy, and Chloe was that times fifty thousand, not to mention she was under my protection.
Her daughter was asleep in the next room.
This was messy as fuck.
But my cock insisted that we didn’t give a fuck about any of that as my hips surged up between her thighs, smiling with pure masculine satisfaction when her back arched and her head fell back as a long, slow, moan of pleasure escaped her lush mouth.
And that was it. This shit was decided. I would have Chloe.
Tonight.
