Page 26 of Outlaw
Sabrina
Iwatchmy hand freeze in place at the spot where I was idly playing with his hair. Time stands still between us. Nothing else exists while my heartbeat races, pounding somewhere close to my ears. I don’t question how illogical or impractical this is. I don’t argue or resist as his confession mixes in with the threat that singes the air around us that’s already thick with tension.
“Admit it, Sabrina. Meeting you was a trap,” Silas says gruffly through his teeth.
My eyes flutter closed as the deep timber of his voice vibrates and permeates into my bones. Is it my imagination or did his voice grow deeper? His rough, strong fingers slowly wander down the line of my neck, lingering for brief seconds at the base of my throat, close to my collarbone as his heavy palm rests on my shoulder.
“Even if it was, I’m still going to take you right now. And don’t deny it. You want this too.”
The last four words aren’t halfway out of his mouth when he pushes forward, sprawling us both out on his bed with his heavy weight pressed between my legs. His lips tease along my bare neck, fingers anchored in the roots of my hair, pulling my head to the side for better access to my tender skin. Warm breath thrums against my skin. A wave of sensation causes me to arch my back and I moan, grasping his shoulders, trying my best to hold on while his lips, tongue, and teeth explore every inch of my neck—everywhere all at once.
“I wanted this since I saw you,” he rasps against my ear. “Wanted inside you so bad and it makes no fucking sense.”
His other hand slides down the front of my body and teases my breast. The unexpected contact makes my hips buck, and he groans at my eagerness. As his fingers toy with my perked-up nipples, I writhe beneath him. Helpless. I can’t catch my breath. Trapped in his unforgiving heat, I explore every part of him that I can reach through his clothes. There’s no time to think, but I don’t need to think right now, not with the way he grinds his hips downward at the same time that I arch up into him.
My self-control is gone. We’re both moaning and writhing from the intimate contact, but I hold my breath and freeze as his thick, hard erection nudges my clit through these bulky sweatpants. His sweatpants. Need overrides every bit of common sense that tries to break through and remind me that I’m a virtual prisoner in this biker gang president’s clubhouse. But it’s too late for warnings. I refuse to feel guilty for wanting him. Closing my eyes, I anchor myself in the here and now.
Silas rips his t-shirt right off my body, exposing my breasts and capturing a nipple in the heat of his lips. The sheer bliss that floods my system bows my spine. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, and never this way, with rough, sure hands exploring my body and leaving me breathless. His tongue circles my hardened peak, and his hand pins my arms above my head, stiff fingers flexing along the sensitive flesh of my inner wrists, making my center pulse with dizzying arousal as I close my eyes and commit every second to memory.
“No. Open your eyes and look at me, Sabrina.”
I whimper out a sound, slightly embarrassed by the order. An instant flush heats my cheeks. Opening my eyes, I stare up at him as his teeth tweak my nipple, teasing the tip with small flicks of his tongue. My eyes flutter, but I don’t break eye contact. I barely blink as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and his teeth tugs at the tenderness of my breast with just enough pressure for a delicate line of pleasure and pain to twist low in my abdomen. When I squirm beneath him, he pushes my hands down harder into the bed, asserting his dominance.
Always in control. His movements are quick, sure, and downright primal.
His fingers delve beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, following the line of my panties until I give up, shutting my eyes and letting out a soft hiss as I give myself over to bliss.
“No, Sabrina,” he breathes out more roughly this time, which tingle along the wet marks on my breasts and making me shudder. His fingers slip out from their spot at the edge of my panties. “I didn’t say you could do that.”
“Do what?” His question causes a gentle hiccup in his movement “Why are you stopping?” I ask, my voice raised an octave in panic.
Confused and full of raw need, I twist beneath his one-handed hold on both my wrists, somehow hoping to engineer more contact through sheer force of will. His gorgeous lips quirk as if he’s fighting off a smile, and he runs his tongue teasingly along my bottom lip, lowering himself so his cock presses against my opening through our clothes.
“Don’t take your eyes off me. I’m going to make you come, and I want to see you fall apart as I do it.”
Sweet Jesus.
For a heartbeat, my world stops turning and my mind goes blank. His blue eyes dance with delight—and somewhere hidden in their depths was something more dire. He’s unreadable. As he continues to swivel his hips, idly grazing my clit with his erection, I forget all about that look in his eyes. I bite my lip and whimper, trying to ratchet up the contact between us with every desperate sway of my hips. How much more of his teasing can I take?
“Hold on, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
Then he relinquishes his hold on me, suddenly standing and stripping at lightning speed. My brain tries to put together the gorgeous puzzle his naked body makes. Christ, he’s an etched masterpiece. An exquisite man, I want all that lean muscle between my legs, in my hands or beneath my tongue. His tattooed forearms and biceps flex when he unbuttons his pants and shoves them down to his ankles, kicking them off into a pile on the floor with his shoes.
He eases a hand down the plains of his abdomen, and I’m glad he ordered me to keep my eyes open when he grips his thick, erect cock in his fist. One stroke, then another. Leaning up on my forearms, I watching this incredibly sexy yet intimate show he’s putting on for me.
Yep.
Boom.
My ovaries have officially exploded.
My first thought is that he’s touching himself to get a reaction from me, but once I see the way his eyes rake over my body, it hits me. He’s reactingtome, on his bed, in his space. That feels powerful as ever, except he’s too damn far away. I stare as a few strands of his hair fall over his eyes, and his head tilts backward as he groans from the delicious sexual contact. With my heart in my throat, I can’t look away. And I don’t want to.
“Take off those clothes.”
I scramble to obey. There’s nothing I won’t do right now to have his cock so deep inside me I forget my own name. And from the looks of what he’s packing between his legs, he’s about to go where no man I’d ever been with has gone before. Goosebumps trail along my limbs. My hands refuse to work despite what my brain tells them. All the while, I watch him as he works his length, his gaze never wavering from me on the bed. Without a doubt, it’s the most erotic experience of my life.
As soon as I finish fumbling and shuck the clothes covering the lower half of my body onto the floor, Silas stalks toward me without a word. His palms touch the edge of the bed, and my body tenses at first, then relaxes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m relieved that he didn’t talk himself out of it and leave. The small bit of vulnerability makes my stomach twist in knots, but now I know it’s so not the case. He wants this just as much as I do. I slide my palms along the softness of his flannel sheets, waiting for him, expecting him to ravage me, from the look in his eyes. Nothing in the last ten hours has prepared me for this.
