“Thank fuck.” He pushed himself off me, and I wanted to cry at the loss of his weight and the bunching muscles under his skin as he did. Hell, he was beautiful. He made quick work of locking the handle before he knelt between my spread legs. “I love that you wear skirts,” he said, almost to himself as he pushed the fabric up my legs.
Then he unzipped my boots painfully slow and set them to the side.
The rough skin of his fingers tickled the softness of my inner thighs when he worked his way to the crotch of my panties. Teasingly, he trailed a finger up the center. “You’ve soaked these,” he murmured as he hooked the wet fabric and slowly pulled. I raised my ass when he gave a few insistent tugs, and he dragged them down until they cleared my feet. Then he raised them to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“God, you smell good,” he said on a sigh and stuffed my panties in his pocket. My face heated at his actions.
Once he was done, he unbuckled his belt. The entire time he worked to free himself, his eyes remained locked with mine. We were actually going to fuck in my store with my mother and best friend out front. Never before had I thought I’d be an exhibitionist, but damn, was I turned on by the thought.
The silky soft heat of his cock slid along my skin as he dragged the tip up and down through my wet slit. I truly loved the feel of it. Maybe I loved the feel of it because I loved him.
Holy shit, I really loved him. I’d spent a handful of days with him and known him all of maybe two months—less. Except none of that mattered. They say the heart wants what the heart wants, and there was nothing truer than that.
“I love you,” I blurted, needing to have it out in the open before he started.
The grin that kicked up the corners of his mouth took my breath away. “Yeah?” he asked but didn’t reciprocate. Part of my heart plummeted, but then I told myself that was okay. We had time. It was okay.Iwas okay.
Pulling my lips between my teeth to prevent myself from blurting out anything else, I nodded.
His gaze heated as he lined himself up, then dipped the tip of his cock in my wet heat. When he knew I was ready, he thrust in until he was fully seated and dropped to his elbows on either side of my head. As my arms wrapped around his torso and my nails dug into the fabric on his back, I embraced him with my legs. His deep blue gaze studied me as he began to move.
“No one has ever felt as good as you do,” he whispered as he slowly stroked in and out. “No one has ever been so perfect for me, as you.”
His words settled in my chest, and as I looked up into his navy blue eyes, I wondered if that was his way of telling me he felt the same.
When his pace picked up, I lifted my hips to meet him. Soft moans escaped me as he slid into my heated core, and he leaned down to nip my neck. “Shhh,” he reminded me.
Knowing my mom and Niara were out there, I knew he was right, but damn, it was so hard. Each move he made was the greatest magic I’d ever known. He reached down and raised one of my legs, and I gasped at the angle as he went deeper. The feeling was utterly incredible. Seeking the pressure of him on my clit, I chased my release until I was pulsing around him and my eyes rolled back in my head.
The entire time, I bit my lip and held my breath to keep from screaming. By the time the last flutter ended, I sucked in air like I was drowning.
“Jesus, you have no idea how bad I want to have you on your knees so I can fuck the hell out of you. But I’m not having you end up with rug burns,” he breathlessly informed me. “Just know that when we leave here, be prepared.”
“Yes, please.” I groaned out my reply, causing him to chuckle. Not once did he stop his movements, however. Instead, he wrapped his arm around my thigh, then drove into me harder and faster.
Part of me truly believed I was dreaming. In fact, for a few moments, I closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn’t wake up before we were done. That’s what usually happened, and it left me moody, sexually frustrated, and crying.
“Where did you go?” he asked as he slowed and then stopped with his shaft buried in my core. Disoriented, I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. For good measure and all. When his concerned face hovered above me, and the perfect weight of his body rested half on me and half on his forearms, I started to cry again. His face quickly morphed from concern to absolute dismay.
He started to withdraw, but I locked my legs around his thighs and held him tightly. “No, don’t leave. Please,” I begged, each word punctuated by a sob. My hands had been clutching the sides of his shirt, but I moved them to clutch his shoulders.
“Then tell me what’s wrong. Was I hurting you? Believe me when I tell you, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. Not only because Voodoo threatened to kick my ass,” he told me with a playful grin. Then he lowered himself to kiss the tears on my cheeks, catching the new ones with his tongue. “Don’t cry, baby, please.”
“I’m just so happy. I missed you so much, and I tried to let you go gradually because I knew I’d never be able to quit you cold turkey. Every day I told myself I was crazy—that I hardly knew you, that it was impossible for me to be so goddamn in love with you. None of those self-talk messages got through, because my heart knew you immediately, and it wasn’t willing to let go. And now I’m upset because you came here for me, and you gave up your club and left your family—for me. Now on top of all that internal dialogue about how soon was too soon to know you love someone, I feel guilty for everything you gave up for me,” I explained. Maybe none of it made sense, and I certainly babbled it all out at a hundred miles a minute.
“We’re going to talk about that, but you need to let me go first,” he patiently requested. But I shook my head, not wanting to talk. I wanted to feel. Since the day he rode off on that shiny Harley, I’d been so fucking numb.
“Not yet. Please, just let me have this moment, then we can talk.”
His gaze bounced from eye to eye, trying his damnedest to read me.
“Please,” I reiterated.
Coming to a decision, he kissed me. And with that, he began to move again—thank fuck. Except our pause had changed his delivery. Whereas before, we had been elbow-deep in hot monkey sex, this was different. Sensuous. Soul connecting.
We were making love.
Though he might not be able to say the words yet, whether because he wasn’t sure or he was hesitant, his body told me everything I needed to know. With each smooth stroke, his gaze held mine. Every so often, he stole a kiss that was so reverent my heart tripped at the depth of emotion that hit me.