The beast in me wanted to sink his teeth into that delicate skin and bite down, claiming her in some wild and primitive way. Fucking barbaric but sexy as hell.
Thrusting my tongue back inside her, I used the same two fingers to bring her to the edge, noticing when she clenched down and a gush of sticky fluid coated my lips. Mimi let out a wail of ecstasy as her body jolted and her hips lifted, desperate to extend her release as long as possible. I never stopped, prolonging it for her until she fell back against the sheets and her eyes widened.
“Oh wow.”
Now that was good for a guy’s ego.
I lifted up and pressed a kiss on her forehead as I saw her eyes close. How fuckin’ adorable. I’d like to wake her up with my head between her thighs. She’d love it.
“Someday, sunshine,” I whispered aloud, thinking she was asleep, “I’ll give you more and you’ll love every moment. Once you’re ready I’ll give you the entire fucking world. I swear it.”
Sitting back, I moved to the edge of the bed and lifted my shirt, ready to tug it back on and let her rest.
“Patriot.”
Startled, I realized she was awake and heard me. “Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t leave.”
“Sunshine, I can’t stay. I want to be with you and I don’t want you to feel rushed.”
SOMETHING BETWEEN ME and Patriot had changed and the connection we felt for one another was soul deep.
The restlessness I previously felt was forgotten. I was staring into the deep blue of home –– safety, strength, affection –– and nothing could rip this moment away.
When he whispered those words to me, I knew I couldn’t let him walk out that door. I wanted him and I needed to do this because I was tired of living my life in fear or regret.
For the first time since I was rescued, I craved the intimacy we would share, and would almost beg for his lips to caress mine and to be owned by this big biker that I adored with all my heart.
The softness of his gaze brought tears to my eyes.
“I’m asking you to make love to me,” I clarified, watching as his eyes darkened, “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
His reaction excited me. To feel that kind of desire now and be in control of what my body wanted was powerful.
I realized that I didn’t have to conform to what society dictated. I didn’t have to bend and shape myself into some mold that everyone else believed I had to fit. There was only a handful of people that I genuinely cared about in this world. Those were the family and friends that were brave enough to stand by me when my entire world shattered. One man in particular that risked his own broken heart and took a chance on a silly girl that almost ruined her life.
The man that I loved wit
h every breath I took, every beat of my heart.
Dale Leonard Dixon. And if I did nothing else for the rest of my days, I would show him exactly how much he meant to me and how his acceptance, patience, and affection allowed me to heal from the worst kind of abuse.
I sat up and removed my bra at the same time that Patriot stood and unbuckled his jeans, stripping so fast that it was almost funny. The man stood naked and proud, his tattooed chest catching my attention for the first time. Two eagles holding an American flag stretched across his pecs and soared above a row of gravestones that were tattooed across his abdomen. I didn’t have to ask the names that were etched into his skin. These were the Marines he lost overseas. His best friends and brothers he loved and served with until the end.
My gaze dropped lower and I sucked in a breath, impressed by the monster jutting up from between his legs.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take it slow.”
“I know.” Lifting my hand, I waited for him to make a move.
His muscles flexed and bunched as he joined me on the bed, moving between my thighs again. His lips lowered to my calf and slowly worked their way upward, skimming over my core and lavishing attention on both of my breasts, teasing my nipples and sucking until they sharpened into points.
“You have great tits, sunshine. They’re perfect.”
A giggle escaped until he began to massage each one, rolling the tips between his fingers and tugging slightly. My body jolted and the buzzing in my core began again as desire swept through ever inch. An involuntary moan left my lips as he lifted his head and his lips claimed mine, eager to move to the next level. His tongue entered my mouth and it was odd to taste myself but not unpleasant as he deepened the kiss and a sexy growl rumbled his chest.
His body dwarfed my own as he pressed me down and into the sheets. It was that slight movement, the feeling of being caged in that did it. Panicking, my eyes snapped open and I freaked out, shoving against his chest.