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I couldn’t keep track of how many versions of Ice there even were. The teasing one, the sultry one, the angry one, the one who seemed so light and carefree, but didn’t appear often enough. I liked every side of him. Every one another clue to who he was.
“Lissa?” His low voice sent a rumble of desire through me.
“Yeah. Sorry, I was just thinking.” I could see part of that unsettling tattoo again, and I let it distract me once more.
“Why the tattoo?”
He smirked. “I knew it. Chicks always want to know about that. I mean, not that there have been a lot. I just mean… I’m doing it again.Rambling. Uh, it was me drawing a line under the old me. A rebirth, I guess. Damon Silver dead, and Ice being born. I dunno, at the time it seemed poetic. Maybe it’s just weird.” He looked oddly embarrassed by his admission.
It was a lonely gravestone in a dark corner, the name ‘Damon Silver’ carved into the stone, with a bright light emanating from it, icy cold and jagged. It was beautiful. Elegant, but disturbing.
“That’s how you see yourself? As two distinct people, and one had to die for the other to be born?”
“Are you shrinking me right now, doc? It wasn’t anything that deep or disturbing. It was just my way of making a new start. Rocket does good work. He’s a fucking artist. He also co-runs the custom spray shop onsite here. They do the art on the bikes for the club, and you know, paid jobs for others, but his tattoo work… it’s on another level. Better than anything Has-Been can fucking do.”
I smiled. “You really don’t seem to like him. Why?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“That’s what you want to talk about our first night in bed together? You wouldn’t rather, I dunno, talk about us, or snuggle, or some shit? Isn’t that what women want?”
Stubborn was definitely a good word for him.
“Is that what you think I want? Snuggles? Pillow talk?”
He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. He was far more tactile than I’d expected when we first met, but I liked it. Each touch was gentle and sweet, so unlike the biker man I’d assumed him to be.
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Fuckit.Icouldn’thold back any longer, waiting for her to say it, to ask me, to fucking permit me to be with her.
“Lissa…”
She leaned into my touch as I cupped her cheek.
“That feels nice.”
“Please say you want me. This is killing me.” I was so hard it was almost painful, but it wasn’t just about that. It was about needing to be with her. This one person in the whole fucking world who actually saw me. Who knew me. Who knew the things I’d hidden from every other bastard I knew.
She shivered, and nodded.
“It’s… it’s difficult to have the courage to say it, because I know it’s wrong, and I should have the strength to resist how I feel, but yes, Ice. I want you too.”
Finally. I leaned closer, sliding my hand into her hair, so I could angle her mouth to mine, feeling a sense of relief and pride, when this amazing woman opened up to me, kissing meback like she was just as desperate for my touch, as I was to be touching her.
We both edged closer to each other, as the kiss grew more intense, and desperate. I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking badly, that I felt like I didn’t want to take it slow. I didn’t want to waste a second, just wanted to be inside her so fucking desperately.
I eased her onto her back, and moved over her, lifting that t-shirt up her warm body, as I kept kissing her. My god. Just feeling her skin, her smooth, bare skin, was almost too much for me. It had been too long since I’d felt like this, if I ever even had. Something about this woman made me forget everything else, because all I could think about was her.
I pulled away from our kiss, so that I could take a look at her, as I pushed the t-shirt up past her breasts. They were perfect. Beautiful. I shifted, so that I could get my mouth on them, teasing one nipple, by circling it with my tongue, before I closed my lips around it.
She was squirming beneath me, wriggling, and letting out these soft moans and gasps that shot through me like jolts of pleasure. Fucking hell… I felt like a schoolboy seeing his first tits. It was intense, it was more than just fucking, it was… I felt like…
The fuck?I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t fucking hold back, as I did the pathetic schoolboy thing, shooting my load way too early, and fucking ruining everything.
I cursed, my cheeks burning red with humiliation. I couldn’t look her in the eye, but she knew, of course she fucking did. She’d seen it happen. Felt it. Couldn’t miss it. Pleasure had rippled through me, just before I came all over her fucking leg. Even with my boxers in the way, I probably dribbled cum on her.
“Jesus.”
