Page 12 of Her Outlaw Biker
She doesn’t move.
God help me, I know she deserves better than a man like me. I’m too old for her. Too broken. But then her eyes flick to my mouth. And I break. I reach for her, rough fingers curling under her jaw, tilting her face up just enough.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I murmur.
And then I kiss her.
Not gentle. Not slow.
I kiss her like I’ve been starving for something I didn’t know I wanted until she walked into my life and lit a match inside my chest. She gasps, but she doesn’t pull away. Her hands find the front of my shirt, fisting the fabric like she needs something to hold on to. My tongue brushes hers, and the sound she makes nearly undoes me.
I back her up until she hits the wall beside the kitchen shelf. Her body melts into mine, soft curves pressed against hard muscle, all heat and desperation. She tastes like warmth and rain and something sweet I can’t name.
One of my hands drags down her side, finds her hip, the blanket slipping open. She lets out a breathless moan when I press my thigh between hers.
“Ghost,” she whispers, head tilting back as my lips trail down her jaw. “We shouldn’t—”
“You’re right,” I mutter against her throat.
But I don’t stop.
I lift her by the hips, pressing her harder to the wall. Her legs wrap around me like it’s instinct, and I kiss her again, slower this time, deeper. Like I want to taste every secret she’s ever kept. Her fingers find their way into my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan against her mouth.
I drag the blanket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of her in my old shirt fuels the desire burning through my veins like a damn volcano. The hem barely brushes the top of her thighs, and when I cup her ass and pull her tighter, she grinds against me with a quiet, desperate sound that makes my blood burn.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her lips. “You’re gonna be the end of me.”
She kisses me like she doesn’t care. Like she wants that.
Like maybe I’m already the end of her too.
But I stop.
Because if I don’t stop now, I’m not sure I can.
I let her slide down slowly, her bare feet hitting the floor again. I press my forehead to hers, panting, trying to get control of the wildfire I just lit.
She’s flushed, dazed, lips swollen and eyes glazed with need.
“Why did you stop?” she whispers.
“Baby,” I whisper, brushing a knuckle down her cheek. “If I keep going, I’m gonna ruin you.”
But my hand is still on her hip.
And her fingers are still holding me tight.
And she tilts her head up to meet my eyes and whispers back, “Then ruin me.”
Chapter Five
Clover
I never imagined my first kiss would feel like this…like I’m drowning, burning in a consuming fire. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this one moment to ruin me in the best way.
When Ghost presses his mouth to mine, the world disappears. There’s no trailer, no desert, no MC debt hanging over my head. In this moment, even my dad doesn’t exist.
Just Ghost.
