Page 58 of Resurfaced Passion
It was unreal that this was the same man who had stayed on the fringes of her life all this time. The silent, stoic, barely smiled or showed her that he wanted her, man. Until now. Until last night. This same man who was crawling into her mouth, giving her the best tongue of her life.
Warmth blitzed through her veins, she was recharged and when his mouth lifted free, too much oxygen hit her all at once.
Yes. Please. Touch me.She wanted his fingers under her dress, beneath her soaked panties, inside of her until all she tasted, saw and felt was him.
She’d eavesdropped all the stories that came through the diner doors about those Renegade Souls bikers. Whispered stories from sexually satisfied, elated woman sharing the details of their night before, spent with a biker or two. Stories hot enough to curl Paige’s lashes. Looking at him now with lust licking out of his breath … she could believe all those stories and her stomach pinched, wondering if any of them she’d overheard had been about him.
She couldn’t resist the allure of the promise in his intense eyes.
He pressed her harder into the shelf using only his hips. Her skin prickled, rising bumps on her forearms.
Her gaze dropped to his mouth and on cue he licked them.
“Don’t look at me like that.” He issued roughly.
“Like what?”
“Like you need to be fucked and fucked hard right here.”
Oh, Jesus. She’d freed the dirty and now it lived on her face because that’s exactly what she wanted.
Pressing her lips to his, she bit down on the full bottom one and heard his groan. “If that’s what I need then you better get started, Reaper.” He didn’t move a solitary inch, frozen, looking at her with fire in his eyes. “Please.”
The please did it when he made a tortured noise from low in his throat and dropped his head on his neck, inhaling hard.
There was a hurricane inside Paige, one that was very impatient for a rough handling but as soon as his calloused palm slid under her skirt and cupped her inner thigh she knew she wanted that too. The soft seduction. The whipping madness didn’t lessen, not even when Reaper pressed his lips slowly into hers again and did some dirty sucks with her tongue, enticing her to dance with him. “Paige…” he whispered.
The suck was enough to get her right to the edge. His hand moved beneath her skirt and palmed around her inner thigh and slowly…surely…stroked her, going no further than a few inches.
It was sufficient to incinerate Paige on the spot.
That hand… oh, that frustrating hand stroked her so lovely, she moaned into his mouth, arms locked around his shoulders, she gave him every indication she wanted him to go further.
“You and me tonight, Paige.” Nibbling her lip, he told her roughly. “I want to take you on a date.”
He reached the juncture of her thighs, she quivered, hardly able to speak at all. “Yes, okay.” She wanted more of what he was doing. Urging his hand to go up and up.
When he did… oh, boy. She cried out into his mouth, muffling the sound, pumping her hips wildly.
It wasn’t enough though. She still hurt all over.
“Shh, Paige. Let me touch you.”
His tongue swept over hers, and the groan he released into her mouth tasted sweet. Sweeter than anything ever before. She attached both hands to the front of his leather vest, her chin tipped all the way back giving him full access to her open mouth.
He rested his forehead briefly on hers, breathing equally as hard, hot puffs of air caressed her lips, the want coursing through him too.
Everything between her legs clenched.
Every slippery, wet, drenched, needy, hungry place between her thighs was his for the taking.
Paige skimmed her hand between them and cupped him,hard, rubbed him harder, and the guttural sounds from Reaper were her payment and reward and affirmation he was on the same page.
“Fuck me with this, please. Please. I need it so badly. Hard, Reaper fuck me hard with this.”
Salt from his sweat coated her lips, she licked it away fast and reveled knowing she had more of him inside her, like she couldn’t get enough, like she’d consume him bite by bite if she was allowed.
He seemed to shudder, his breathing more ragged and when he removed his hand and caged her in against the shelf, not an inch between their bodies she felt a massive rod poking her in the belly.
