Page 26 of Rage's Heart

He lowered his head, replacing his thumb with his mouth, and the wet heat of his tongue sent sparks shooting straight to my core.

“Oh, god.” I gasped, my back arching off the bed as he sucked and teased.

My hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other. His teeth grazed my nipple just enough to send a sharp bolt of pleasure through me.

“Your skin’s so soft, Mac. I want to trace every inch with my tongue.”

Another shiver racked through my body.

“Rage,” I moaned, the sound breathy and desperate.

He looked up at me, eyes dark with desire. “Your voice is so fucking sweet, baby. Can’t wait to hear how sweet it sounds when you’re screaming my name.”

Jesus. His words were lethal.

Slowly, his hands slid down my sides, thumbs hooking into the waistband of the boxers. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking for permission.

I nodded, lifting my hips to help him slide them down my legs.

“Fuck.”

I was completely naked beneath him, exposed in a way I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. For a heartbeat, insecurity flashed through me. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

“Fuck, baby,” he said again, sitting back on his heels to take me in. “You’re a goddamn masterpiece, Mac. Never in my life have I seen anything more beautiful.”

“Your turn,” I said, reaching for the hem of his shirt. “I want to see you too.”

His teeth scraped across his bottom lip. “Your wish is my command.” In all his sexy biker glory, he reached back, grabbing the neck of his tee and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.

Wetness surged between my legs at the sight of him. The tattoos decorating his body were beautiful. Every inch of him was covered in colorful art. My eyes drug leisurely down the hard planes of muscle, down the trail of dark hair from his navel and farther down beneath his jeans. Every solid inch of him was perfect. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

“See something you like?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Everything,” I admitted honestly. “I like everything I see.”

His eyes darkened as he bent down to capture my mouth in another searing kiss that left me breathless. As our tongues tangled, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers grazing the sensitive skin there.

I moaned into his mouth when he found me already wet and waiting. He groaned in response, his finger circling my entrance.

“All this for me?” he murmured, pulling back to watch my face as he slid one thick finger inside me.

“Yes.” My hips lifting to meet his hand. “Please, Rage.”

He added a second thick finger, stretching me deliciously as his thumb found my clit.

The dual sensation has me crying out.

“That’s it.” His eyes held mine as he worked me with his fingers. “Let me hear you.”

I bit my lip, a lifetime of trying to stay quiet during intimate moments, making it hard to let go completely.

He shook his head, leaning down to nip at my earlobe. “Don’t hold back on me. I want to hear every sound you make when I’m touching you.”

To emphasize his point, he curled his fingers inside me, finding that perfect spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

“Oh god,” I cried out, my back arching. “Right there.”

He smiled against my neck, repeating the motion. “Like that?”

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