Page 15 of Ringo

I was floating. Nothing existed in my world other than Ringo’s lips pressed to mine. Until his tongue slipped into my mouth, tangling with mine in a slow dance of seduction, and I let out a needy whimper. His hands slid down my spine, gripping my ass gently, pulling me closer to him. The roughness of his beard brushed roughly against my skin, making me shiver in anticipation. His muscled body was so strong against me, and I melted into him as he deepened the kiss, running his hands up and down my back, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched.

Our tongues twined together, exploring each other’s mouths, a journey in uncharted territory. At least it was for me. This was the closest I’d ever been to a man. It was the first time I’d ever felt this much lust and need. It was overwhelming and I was afraid it was eroding any good sense I might have had. I could taste whiskey from earlier on his tongue, mixed with the unique flavor of his kiss -- a blend of leather and motorcycle fumes that made my heart race even faster. He tasted like home and danger all at once -- an intoxicating combination that left me wanting more.

When we finally broke apart for air, our breathing was ragged and heavy. His blue eyes gleamed with desire as he looked at me intently. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely before claiming my lips again. This time, he nipped at them playfully before sucking on my bottom lip gently. My body responded instinctively, arching into him as I whimpered softly. “So fuckin’ sexy.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Here I was with this ruggedly handsome man who seemed to know just how to touch me without scaring me too much but also keeping me on edge. My hands found their way up his chest, tracing the lines of ink adorning his skin just above his shirt while my fingers tangled in his hair.

My hands moved to his sides. I bunched the material of his shirt in my hands and tugged, needing to touch bare skin, to feel the warmth radiating from him. His muscles flexed under my touch, making me shiver with anticipation. Our mouths found each other again, his teeth scraping against my lower lip, leaving me breathless and wanting more. A low growl vibrated from him as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. Heat grew between us and my face flushed.

Ringo leaned in to kiss me again, his tongue swirling around mine once more before he finally pulled away, panting slightly. “Fuck,” he muttered with an appreciative grin on his face before leaning in to trail his lips down my neck. His beard tickled my skin as he kissed along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. “You taste good.” He sucked the delicate skin until I felt a slight sting. His mark. Judging by the satisfied grunt, he’d done it on purpose with that very intention.

His lips trailed lower, nipping gently at the sensitive skin above my breast while one hand slid underneath my T-shirt and trailed up my stomach to cup the same breast. I cried out softly at this new sensation, arching into him for more. My heart raced in response to his touch while his teeth scraped lightly against my skin, sending tingles through me.

“Ringo,” I whispered breathlessly as he continued to nibble his way down the slope of my breast. “I think… I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like this before.”

“That’s a good thing,” he murmured against my breast. “I’d hate to have to kill some bastard.”

“Ringo!” I tried to push him away, but he just grunted and held me tighter. “You can’t say stuff like that!”

“Why the fuck not? I’m a needy bastard. Don’t want you thinkin’ about anyone but me. Especially when we’re makin’ love.”

God, that voice! He sounded so sexy I could actually feel my pussy gushing. Which turned me on even more. This man could melt the panties of any woman he set his sights on. And his attention was firmly on me. At least for now.

“I didn’t think bikers could say that phrase.”

He chuckled. “What? Makin’ love?”

“Yeah. I thought it would be just fucking.”

“I suppose it’s fuckin’ more often than makin’ love, but make no mistake, Calista. The first time I take you, it’ll be makin’ love. I’m not a gentle man. Ain’t got soft feelin’s inside’a me.” He gave me a wicked grin. “Sometimes, I’ll use your body for my pleasure. Other times I’ll give you everything you can take and not get myself off. But the first time’s gonna be about us. Together. Gettin’ to know each other.”

I giggled nervously. “That sounds like fun.”

“Oh, baby girl, it will definitely be fun.” Yeah. I was in way the fuck over my head.

I couldn’t even begin to think about sleeping with Ringo now. He was intoxicating, and I was terrified of what would happen if I gave in fully. But he smelled so damn good, like leather and sweat and his own unique scent that made me want to lean into him, to taste him even more. It might not be a good idea, but I wanted this with all my being. Wanted Ringo.

His beard tickled my neck as he nipped at it gently. The soft fabric of my shirt rubbed against my nipples where I was mashed against him, making me moan softly.

“You look so fucking hot when you blush.” His voice was rough and low while his lips were tender on my skin. “I want to see you all flushed and needy, babe.” He trailed lower, his tongue tracing the line of my collarbone before moving up the side of my neck once more. His lips found mine again, this time with a slow savor that threatened to undo me completely. His thumb feathered over one nipple where his hand was under my shirt. A small cry escaped me as it tightened in anticipation of his touch.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” I whispered back, trying to keep my breathing steady as he kissed me again. “You’re too much man for me, and I’m not too proud to admit it.”

“You’re wrong,” he murmured against my lips, his teeth nibbling at them gently before he pulled away slightly. “You can take me on. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of you.”

Ringo bent his knees, lifting me. Very carefully, he planted a knee and moved us to the center of the bed. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I shivered in reaction.

“Never thought I’d like to be pinned down,” I whispered.

Immediately, Ringo moved to put most of his weight on his arms. “Honey. Did I scare you?”

He sat back on his heels, pulling away but not leaving me. My legs were draped over his thighs, and he refused to let me close them.

“What?” I looked up at him, confused. Then I started. “Did I say that out loud?”

He grinned down at me. “Yeah, baby girl. You did.”

“What I meant was I never thought I’d like it. I don’t like being restrained, but this is… different.”

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