Page 13 of Her Outlaw Biker
His lips. His heat. The low, guttural growl in his throat when I kiss him, imitating the strokes of his tongue, following his lead. He kisses like a man who doesn’t say much but feels too much. His hands are braced on either side of my face, but I can feel the tremor in his arms, the way he holds back.
Like he’s afraid he’ll break me.
But I’ve been broken too many times before. Shattered by the person who was supposed to protect me. Ghost sees everything. The damage. The hunger. The fire I keep buried.
So when he pulls back, whispers his warning, I know my answer.
“Then ruin me.” I reach up, fisting his jacket, needing him now more than ever. “Please…”
His restraint snaps like a rubber band. He crushes his mouth to mine again, and this time, it’s not careful. It’s claiming.
The kiss turns filthy, open-mouthed and hot, our tongues tangling like we’re starving. He lifts me in one easy move, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me through the trailer like he already owns me. He kicks the bedroom door open and throws me down on the bed.
I bounce on the mattress, breathless and hungry for him, for something beyond me. His expression is dark, feral, barely holding it together. He pulls his shirt over his head and my mouth suddenly goes dry. He’s all lean muscle, scars, and ink. His abs ripple when he tosses the shirt aside.
“I’m not some good guy. You know that, right?”
I nod, my heart pounding hard against my rib cage. “I know.”
He climbs over me, slow and dangerous, his body a shadow over mine. “Yet, here you are.”
He grabs my wrists, pins them above my head. I gasp. My thighs clench involuntarily. His eyes flick down to the subtle shift of my hips, and his mouth curls. “You like being held down, pretty girl?”
Heat floods my cheeks. I’ve never even thought about it. But my body answers for me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” His voice drops into a growl. “That’s good, Clover. ’Cause I need to own you this first time. I need you so full of me you’ll never forget what it feels like.”
My whole body trembles in response, in anticipation.
He lets go of my wrists only long enough to strip his shirt from my body, slow, deliberate, watching my every reaction. He lays me bare like he’s unwrapping a sacred thing, his eyes reverent, wild.
“Fuck. You’re gorgeous.”
My skin prickles under his stare. My nipples harden. I want to look away, but I don’t. Not this time.
“I’ve never done this,” I whisper. “But I want to. With you.”
He stills for a moment, one hand cupping my cheek. “I know you haven’t.”
“How do you know that? Did your background check come with that information?”
He chuckles slightly, shaking his head. “No, sweetheart. Just a hunch.”
He goes silent for a moment, his eyes boring solemnly into mine. “You’re brave as hell, Clover. I won’t hurt you. But I will wreck you.”
I shiver, goose bumps crawling over my skin. “Please. I want it—I want you to wreck me.”
A low growl rips from his chest. His lips crash into mine with a hunger that robs me of my breath, but it’s the way he slows down—like he’s savoring me—that sets my insides on fire. His tongue explores me with deliberate, knowing strokes, coaxing instead of demanding, until I’m melting into him, my body lit from the inside out.
His hand slides up my ribs, fingers grazing the soft underside of my breast before he cups it fully, possessively. He plumps the flesh in his rough palm, thumb circling my nipple in slow,lazy spirals until it puckers tight, aching. I arch into his touch, chasing more. Wanting more. With a low, growling moan, he tears his mouth from mine and lowers it to my breast, drawing my nipple into the heat of his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my fingers clenching around his shoulders, nails digging in as a sharp bolt of pleasure shoots straight through me. My thighs tense, hips twitching, everything inside me tightening in a delicious ache. “Ghost…”
He shifts, taking his time, moving from one breast to the other, then back again, his tongue flicking, lips tugging, teeth nipping just enough to make me whimper. I’m panting, hips shifting restlessly beneath him, every nerve in my body screaming for more.
Then he surprises me, taking my hand, gently, and guiding it down between my thighs. My breath catches.
