Page 60 of Bullet

I stared into his eyes as I tasted him.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Locking my heels behind his back, he lifted me. Clutching him close, I kissed along his jaw, rasping my tongue against the stubble.

“Fuck, brown eyes, hold on.” He took the stairs two at a time. At the top landing, the second floor opened into a giant loft. Stunned by the difference between the upstairs and the downstairs, I stopped sucking on his neck.

A giant television hung on the wall opposite a massive bed. There was a seating area and wet bar on the left side of the room, and an open en suite on the right.

Bullet crossed to the bed, braced a knee on the mattress, and crashed his mouth into mine. As my back lowered to the soft down comforter, he came with me, unwilling to sever our connection long enough to take a breath. His palm slid under my shirt as I tugged on the hem of his.

We were a tangle of arms and legs as we attempted to undress.

“Fuck.” He leaned up and stripped his T-shirt over his head.

Shivers rippled his skin as I ran my fingers over his tatted torso, grazing the edge of his nipple ringwith my fingertip. The scent of leather, cigarettes, and spice shouldn’t be this tempting.

Leaning over me, the fly of his jeans open and his cock stretching toward his navel, he licked my lips. Dark lust swirled in his eyes as he stared into mine. Like an approaching storm, I could feel the shift in air pressure, and the color went from calm to a darkening gray.

My tummy quivered as his knuckles brushed against me. I lifted my arms, and he tugged my shirt over my head. My nipples beaded beneath the silk of my bra. Breath rushed from my lungs.

I’d had one lover. I’d been fucked in different positions, but I’d never been penetrated body and soul. A ruthless and consuming need snapped painfully in my belly. I didn’t want to be another warm hole for him, not when he had the power to leave me emotionally bleeding. I didn’t want to think about the other women in his life.

“Get out of your head, brown eyes.” He slanted his mouth over my neck and cradled my small breast in his hand. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

His mouth and the touch of his tongue were a hot brand against my skin. He kissed along my collarbone, and I focused on breathing as he unhooked my bra and slipped the strap along my arm. My nipples hardened, sending a sharp ache into my pulsing clit.

His mouth covered my breast, and he sucked hard. I felt the tender pull from my nipple to my clit. He mapped my body with touch and taste, kissing along my belly as he tugged the snap of my jeans.

“Oh god.” I curled my fingers in his hair and arched into his mouth. “Please…”

He rose from the bed and peeled my jeans over my hips and down my legs. His gaze held mine. With the zipper already lowered, he shoved down his jeans and briefs. With a tight fist, he gripped his cock and stroked the length. The rings on his fingers glinted in sunlight coming through the windows.

I swallowed the extra saliva in my mouth. Emerson had been a good lover. At least I assumed he was. I had no one to compare him to, but he was nothing like the raw masculinity of Bullet. Muscles, mayhem, and a big dick. A really big dick.

He put a knee on the bed. “Spread your legs, brown eyes.”

The dark tone of his voice did wicked things to my pussy. Wetness seeped from inside me, soaking the crotch of my panties. I scooted into the center of his bed and opened my legs for him.

He braced on one arm, the cabled muscles of his forearms tensing as he rubbed the damp silk of my panties. This was the first time he’d touched me. The flex of his biceps and beat of my heart pulsed between my legs. Our gazes held, and his fingers slid under the elastic of my panties.

I couldn’t breathe, waiting for the first touch. Hooking a finger around them, his knuckles brushed my slit. Tingles rippled through me, and internally, I clenched, aching to be filled. I licked my lips, wanting him inside me.

“Bullet?”

His jaw clenched as he snagged the lace and silk and tugged. I lifted my hips, and my panties slid down my thighs. He tossed them to the side.

The memory of him being in Scarlett’s mouth invaded my mind. I didn’t want his other women in bed with us, but I couldn’t forget the dirty things he said to Bristol just before he fucked her. Insecurity and jealousy slipped hot and toxic through my mind.

We both had history, but his wasn’t in the past. Those women were his present. I wasn’t his future, but I was tortured with a desperation I didn’t realize I had for him.

“Are you with me?”

I shifted my gaze to his. He hovered over me, concern in his eyes. “I’m here.” I traced the edge of his goatee with my fingers. “I’m with you. We need a condom.”

“Always, but we’re not there yet.” With a hand on each of my knees, he spread me open, stretched out on the bed, and covered my bare pussy with his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” The first touch of his tongue had me fisting the blanket.

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