Page 36 of Cruel Savior

She chewed a moment on her bottom lip as I leaned a little closer.

“No. Just for a minute there you seemed stressed, but it’s gone now.”

“What do you see now?” I asked, determined to make her say whatever she was thinking.

“I’m not sure.”

A smile twitched at my lips. “Liar. You just don’t want to say it.”

“I assume nothing, especially when it comes to you,” she whispered, her lips trembling.

That quake of her body was impossible to resist, I leaned forward and nipped at the bottom lip drawing me in. Her mouth opened on a small gasp, her nostrils flared, and her eyes went wide with arousal.

That was all I needed to continue as I gently pressed my lips to hers. That sweet, almost chaste first touch exploded across my senses and broke the rougher, needier part of me free. I pulled back for a second to stare into her wide eyes before I swooped in for something far more savage. This kiss was all tongue and teeth as I bent her over the arm I'd wrapped around her back and poured every bit of me into it.

To most I came across as hot headed, argumentative and a bit of a perfectionist. But I was actually more self-controlled than I appeared. I liked to fight and I liked to fuck, but I chose my partners for both quite carefully. I argued with JD a lot because that was my job. I refused to believe that a president of an MC needed a yes man.

Except with Mandy, it seemed everything I thought I knew about myself got set on fire and burned to ash—including my common sense. When she kissed me back with as much strength as she possessed, I could still feel the gift of her vulnerability, and I wanted to both protect it and obliterate it.

If I was going to lose myself in this woman, I needed her to be right there with me.

"Give in to whatever your body demands. It's okay to let go. Neither of us is perfect, and that's okay," I murmured against her wet lips as my free hand slid into the silky soft curls of her hair. God, that touch alone was almost as powerful as her mouth. It was instantly obvious I'd crossed the threshold of a slippery slope, but I couldn't seem to care.

Not with the heat of her body pressed to mine and her tongue dueling wildly with my own. If ever a woman tasted like fire, this one did, and I was going to get burned to ash. Fuck.

"I can't stop kissing you." I gave her no chance to speak, diving right back into the inferno that would claim my soul if I let it.Ha. What a joke. As if I had a choice when it came to her. This woman had somehow imprinted on my teenage soul and I had no idea how get rid of her mark.

She wrapped her hands around my neck and gripped the edges of my hair tightly in her fist.Yes. If I wanted control with her, I would have to fight for it, and I loved a good fight. All I had to do was find an opening and take the upper hand. The motion of her heaving chest caught my attention and I released her hair and slid my hand down the side of her neck.

It would be so easy to wrap my fingers there and absorb the feel of her pulse against my flesh. Her already fast heartbeat would go wild against the mild threat, knowing that it could change at any moment. It would be fascinating to watch. Next time. I thought as I continued my path down her neck to the space between her breasts beckoning me.

The feel of my rough palms against her soft flesh nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. It was a sensation I would never forget. But it still wasn't enough. I momentarily left her mouth so I could trail mine down the same path my hand had just traveled. I nipped and licked at her skin, all while imagining what this would be like if she were naked and we were completely alone.

It wouldn't take anyone by surprise to find a brother having sex with a woman in the clubhouse, but I was feeling possessive about Mandy and didn't want anyone else watching. She wasn't a club girl and never would be. Not as long as I drew breath.

"Mandy," I rasped against her skin at the same time I pressed a little harder into her lithe body. I hadn't planned to line my cock up perfectly against her pussy, but I wasn't sorry that I did. Especially not when a rough shudder rocked through her, and a whispered cry slid from her lips. It was taking all of my control not to peel her clothes off and shove inside her. I doubted she was ready for that, but I believed she might soon be.

Until then, I would steal a kiss here and there. Even cop a feel when I could. Whatever it took to break down her defenses a little bit more. This Mandy wouldn't say no and I couldn't get enough of her.

"Axel." She grabbed my arms and tried to steady herself in the face of the arousal causing her body to tremble.

"Soon, baby. I promise. When we're alone. For now, though, just let me kiss you some more."

She moaned in response asI brushed the collar of her shirt aside and pressed my lips to the tender skin at the top of her breast. I even flicked my tongue a time or two until she practically squirmed in my arms. She was so responsive.

A noise sounded from the doorway a moment before Tel’s voice broke through the haze of lust surrounding us.

“Oh shit. Sorry. I—uhh—just let me know when— “

I grunted mid-kiss and he got the message that I was telling him to shut the fuck up. He shuffled out of the room and the space got quiet again, but the spell was broken.

I gripped her tighter, pressing her body full against mine for one last minute, soaking in every taste, scent, and sound she made. Her barely there whimpers were my favorite and I ate them up like fucking candy.

By the time I broke free from the mind-numbing pit of arousal and took a step back, I was on the verge of banging her right here on this desk. However, now was not the right time. Nor was it the right place. I wanted to be alone with her, not in the middle of the clubhouse surrounded by other men.

I pressed my forehead to hers. "We should get back to work. I think Tel has more to show you."

She nodded, squirming free while righting her shirt. "It's for the best."

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