Page 3 of Craving Her

I don’t question my reaction. I question nothing. She might be young, but she’s legal and this feeling between us is something we both are responding to. I’m not going to fight it. I let out a growl as I capture her mouth. She tenses up for a minute, keeping her mouth closed. I pull back just a bit and look into her eyes. “Open that hot little mouth of yours for me, Peaches,” I order, my voice so full of hunger that I barely recognize it myself.

Her cute little tongue comes out to lick her lips. Her big doe-like eyes shine as she stares at me. I can easily read the desire written on her face. She wants this.She wants me.I can see nerves there, too. That’s new to me. The women that I’ve beenwith are experienced. It’s clear that this woman is somewhat of a novice and maybe that shouldn’t excite me, but it does. It fuels the desire firing inside of me.

I slap my hands against her ass, pressing her body against me so she can feel how damned hard I am for her. She gasps in response as I feel her body tremble against me. That’s the opening I need. I take her mouth again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and ravaging it like a man possessed.

Her legs wrap around me as I use my hold on her ass to lift her up. Her arms slide under my shirt as her fingernails dig into my back. I spin us so that I can press her up against the rough siding of the bar. Our kiss is intense. I’m not even sure it can be called a kiss. I’m fucking her mouth with my tongue, plundering it, and claiming it as my own. I keep at her, bracing her against the side of the building, as I bring a hand up and wrap it around her throat, holding her tightly, only releasing her mouth when my lungs burn from the need to intake air.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Peaches. You’ll feel me between your legs for weeks,” I promise hoarsely, as I kiss and nip along her shoulder, fighting the urge to mark every inch of her body. This woman makes me feel more like an animal than a man.

“Torin,” she gasps.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” I groan.

That’s one promise I plan on keeping, no matter what.

Chapter 2

Skylar

Nothing has ever felt this good. Torin kisses me so intensely that it’s like I catch fire. I’ve never felt like this before in my life. Instinctively, I know it has everything to do with the man I’m with—the one awakening a passion in me I didn’t know I possessed. My hands move over his back as I hold on for dear life. He dominates my mouth and I love every second. I want more. I’m not the submitting type, I’ve always known that about myself, but dear God in heaven, I want to submit to him. Shit, I want to beg him to take me. I’m losing myself in him. I feel it and I want it.

I feel his hands curl into my shirt. Torin yanks on it, forcing my arms up as he yanks it off. I gasp as the cool Kentucky air hits my nipples. He bends down, raking his lips across one of them, making me moan as I feel it harden and then tighten in his mouth as he begins sucking. Heat shoots through me, centering between my legs, and I can feel how wet I am. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I am this turned-on with a man that I don’t really know.

Not to mention a man that is in my dad’s club.

That thought pulls me back from how good what we’re doing feels, and I can feel myself get self-conscious. I don’t really wantTorin to think I’m easy. I’m not. There’s a reason I’m still a virgin. I’ve always wanted my first time to be with someone I was in a committed relationship with. Dad doesn’t let me around the club scene much, but I’ve seen enough to know how the men act. Unless they claim a woman as theirs, it’s just hook-ups and easy pussy—Dad’s words, not my own.

That’s not what I wanted for my life—ever. Before I can think about it though, Torin bites down on my nipple, causing pain to bloom through me. I cry out at the unexpected assault before he soothes it away with his tongue.

“Eyes on me, Peaches. You’re going to watch everything I do to you. I want your eyes staring back at me the minute I slide my dick into your sweet cunt.”

Holy fuck.

No one has ever spoken to me like that. It should turn me off, I suppose. The opposite is true. I want more.

“Torin—”

I don’t know if I was about to call a halt to what we’re doing or beg for more. Before I can even form a thought about what to say next, Chad groans from the ground across from us. The effect is harsh and immediate. It’s like someone splashed cold water over my body. I immediately move my hand from the sexy biker who has me pinned against the side of the building to cover my breasts.

Torin lets out a growl of displeasure, but he can feel how taut my body has grown. I know this, because he lets out a disappointed sigh and pulls away, letting my legs drop to the ground. He keeps his hands on my hips, allowing me to steady myself. My heart squeezes in my chest as he bends to pick up my shirt. I pull my bra down and capture my breasts back in it, unable to remember exactly when Torin had pushed it up and out of the way. Everything is a blur and all I can remember is the pleasure. I’m afraid to look up at him as he puts the shirt overmy head and helps me slide it on. My movements are slow and awkward as I feed my arms through the sleeves. I still don’t meet his eyes and my heart is running away with me. Then he does the sweetest thing. He leans in and presses his forehead against mine. Somehow my hands end up on his chest, though I don’t push him away. I don’t want him to leave. I can feel the way his body is vibrating.

“Damn, Peaches,” he groans.

“I’m sorry. I just …” I sigh, not sure how to explain it. “Chad is literally just feet away from us,” I try to explain.

“I don’t really give a fuck. If he wakes up, he can see how a real man gives his woman his dick.”

“Your woman?” I question, trying to ignore the way my heart goes haywire with his claim. “Is that what I am?”

“What would you call it?”

“I’m not experienced at this kind of thing, but I figure you’d classify it as a hookup.”

He pulls back to look at me. He seems to study my face and I am hoping the bad lighting here will somehow be merciful enough to hide my blushing. I figure that I’m not that lucky. “Peaches if you think one taste of you is enough, you need to think again. It’s going to take a while for me to get my fill of you.”

His words aren’t the most romantic in the world. It still alludes to the fact that we’re little more than a hookup, although apparently, we’re one that will last a while. That could give me time to show him that we could be more. That’s the thought in my mind when he leans down to kiss me again and I gladly let him. It’s not a long, deep kiss that is filled with passion. No, this one is hard and hungry—while also bordering along the line of angry. It’s meant to deliver a message, but I have no idea what it is. All of this is new to me. I’m way out of my comfort zone now.

When he drags his lips down the column of my throat and I feel his hand reach under my shirt, I tense. When his hand goesto push my bra out of the way again, it magnifies into full-blown panic. I push away from him, shaking my head no. I hate doing it. He’s going to label me a tease, but I know in my heart that this would be a mistake.

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