br /> His deep voice made her body alight with desire. She’d been thinking of him all day.
Beth nodded.
“Come here.”
She swallowed hard and stepped closer to him. He was covered in black leather, each move of his arm making a comforting creak. He pulled the elastic free from her bun, allowing the damp hair to roll down her back.
“I’ve been thinking of you today,” he said, his attempt at a whisper, but the gruff baritone still made her pussy tingle.
“I was worried.”
He smirked. “You never have to worry about me, baby girl. I’m invincible.”
Forge reached a hand under each of her arms and hoisted her up into the air as if she only weighed fifty pounds. He spun her around, slowly, deliberately, not breaking eye contact. By the time he set her down on the low dresser, her heart was racing.
“Were there any problems? You took Dog and Hound.” He rarely went out with both his top men. She knew his outing had something to do with the assholes who’d hurt her.
“That’s exactly why everything went exactly as I planned. I don’t like mistakes. And I don’t like any man’s hands on you,” he said. “The only one allowed to touch you is me. Understand?”
“It wasn’t my fault—”
He placed a finger to her lips to silence her. “That’s not what I meant.” He ran the backs of his fingers over the swell of her breast, making her nipple instantly pebble. “I’m talking about this body. You’re all mine. The only man to taste you, fuck you, breed you is me.”
Her mouth felt dry.
His hard body pressed between her legs. The roughness of his jeans rubbed against her thin cotton shorts. Her throbbing pussy overwhelmed her with need, and she tried not to gasp aloud as the erotic waves washed over her.
“Say it, Beth. Tell me you’re mine. Not because I bought you, but because it’s what you want.” He used a curled finger to tilt her chin up. His dark eyes were intense, no hint of playfulness. “Don’t lie to me. I need the truth.”
He smelled like all man, musky and delicious.
She’d been holding back since the day her father brought her to the club. It was fear keeping her from opening up. Fear of rejection. Fear of being alone. It was no way to live. Beth had to put it all out there.
“I love you,” she said. It wasn’t a lie. Since coming here, their unorthodox relationship had grown and flourished. He was attentive and patient, even though he was usually the opposite with everyone else. It made her feel special for the first time in her life.
“Big words.” She saw the satisfaction written on his face. Beth was just glad he wasn’t angry. Or didn’t laugh. “Lift up your arms. Let me see my tits.”
She exhaled her relief and did as told. He pulled away her t-shirt. She’d just showered, so she had no undergarments on. Her heavy breasts sloped out into sensitive pink tips. He cupped them together, kissing her nipples until she couldn’t help but gasp. Forge looked up at her as he sucked her into his mouth, his tongue teasing around her areola.
He was unrelenting. When she finally reached out to grab his hair, he stepped back and shrugged off his leather jacket. He tossed it onto a chair then tugged off his shirt. She stared without apology. His hard, ripped body, covered in ink, was her ultimate fantasy. And he was all hers.
Beth ran her hands over both his shoulders, loving the feel of his skin.
Power. Strength. All male.
“I want you, Forge. I can’t wait another day.”
“Begging?”
“If I have to.”
He chuckled as he unbuckled his thick leather belt, the jangle of metal on metal putting her desires into overdrive. Was he going to take her virginity? Was today the day?
“Lift your hips.” He slid away her shorts, leaving her completely nude. The cool wood of the dresser top made her pussy tingle. She worried her wetness would be noticeable. “You don’t have to beg. If you want me, I’m yours.”
“Kiss me then,” she said.
He placed both hands on the dresser at either side of her and leaned in close. “Such a pretty girl,” he whispered. “And that cherry of yours is all mine.” Forge kissed her—deeply, thoroughly, and with enough passion to make the entire world go away. There was no past, no worries, just the two of them.