Chapter Eighteen: My Sweetheart
Naomi
Damn, he looked so handsome in the moonlight. I’d been attracted to Smoke from the moment we met, but it wasn’t entirely about his physical appearance. He had a confidence about him that drew me in, but the thing that got me hooked on the guy was his heart. He seemed to project this tough-guy biker image, but inside, he was a bit of a softie…kind and thoughtful. Smoke was a good father and the kind of man who would help a woman in distress without even being asked. I still couldn’t believe that my car was fixed. Smoke had taken those worries away.
We stayed out on his patio for a while, and after the conversation about kids, the topics were inconsequential. We talked about everything from our favorite food to the last book we read to if we believed there was life on other planets. The last one had been prompted by me looking up at the multitude of stars shining brightly above. It felt like an easy conversation and nice to have with someone. I didn’t have to think about what I was saying. I could just be myself with Smoke, which was a rare and priceless thing for me.
Time stretched on until I looked at my phone and saw it was after two in the morning. I felt tired, but I didn’t want to go to sleep. I’d been enjoying myself too much. I didn’t want the evening to end, and I’d already cleared it with Samantha, so she’d just stay the night in my apartment. Our living situation was like having a roommate, but with more privacy.
“Should we go inside?” Smoke asked. Having finished his beer a long time ago, he picked up the empty bottle and stood.
My heart kept thudding against my ribcage as I followed him into the house. We hadn’t talked about taking our relationship further, but I felt more than ready to take that step, even if I had to make the first move.
It turned out that Smoke and I were on the same page, and as soon as I stepped into the house, closing the sliding glass patio door behind me, I found my back pressed up against it. Smoke ground his hips into me as his mouth covered mine in a needy kiss. My hands were brought together above my head, held in place at the wrists by him as he licked his way inside my mouth. He surrounded me with his scent, his touch, his warmth.
I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, I could feel it pressed against me, and it made me moan as hungry anticipation grew inside of me. Smoke broke the kiss only long enough to lift me up into his arms. My legs went around his waist while my arms circled his neck. The positioning brought our pelvises together in a way that felt so good, but also drove me crazy.
We kissed again while he walked. Smoke knew his house so well that he didn’t even have to look as he went to the bedroom, weaving his way around the furniture in the living room. He stepped into the dark bedroom, leaving the door cracked behind us just enough to allow some faint light to spill in from the living room; it allowed us to see what we were doing.
Smoke fell onto the bed backward, so I was straddling him, my thighs stretched wide. His hands gripped my hips before moving up, taking my shirt off and tossing it aside. My bra was next.
I felt vulnerable as I was left naked from the waist up, far more than I ever did when I was on the stage at the strip club, strangely enough. It was because I didn’t care what those people thought of me. Yeah, I wanted tip money, but it was just a business transaction. There was no emotion involved, it meant nothing to me. Being exposed to Smoke like this was personal.
As if sensing my feelings on the matter, he gripped my arms and flipped us over, so he was hovering over me. Pressing a sweet kiss to my lips, he let eyes roam down my body for a second before looking into my face once again. “Absolutely beautiful,” he murmured, his voice reverent.
I could feel myself blushing, but then Smoke grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing my head back and exposing the column of my throat to his lips. He continued lower, and my body trembled as his soft, wet lips covered my chest and stomach. He continued undressing and kissing, until I was left nude beneath him.
“You have too many clothes on,” I complained with a groan, reaching for him.
Smoke just shook his head and moved out of my reach. He stood at the foot of the bed.
I lifted my head to look at him, letting out an annoyed huff.
“I was thinking it might be fun to turn the tables a bit,” he explained, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. He fiddled with it for a few seconds before looking at me with a wicked smile. “I’m going to strip for you.” He started music on his phone.
I couldn’t help letting out a laugh as I recognized the song immediately. “Is this ‘Hot in Here’ by Nelly?” I asked, raising a single eyebrow as I propped myself up on my elbows, all modesty forgotten in the face of what Smoke was about to do.
“Yep,” he said, starting to shake his hips as he unbuckled his belt. “I’m going old school for you baby.”
“How did I get so lucky?”
“Shh,” he shushed me as the first chorus started and he really got into it.
I had thought it was just going to be funny, but I found myself getting hot and bothered as I watched him.
His hips moved in a nearly flawless rhythm, his ab muscles would contract and release as he shook his ass. He wasn’t shy or awkward about it at all.
I wondered if he had practiced this or if it was just a natural talent.
He had some good moves and the more of his body on display, the better. I was ready for him to bare all. The best part was that I could genuinely see he was enjoying himself by the look on his face. He wore a big smile, and I felt my affection for him grow at the sight of it.
Finally, during the last verse, he took off his boxers and joined me on the bed as the song’s final notes played. “Well, what did you think? Do I have what it takes?”
“Oh yes,” I said, reaching down between us to touch him. Smoke groaned, and the atmosphere turned from playful to heated. The time for foreplay was over, and we were both ready to take this all the way. He grabbed a condom out of a drawer in his nightstand, making quick work of applying it before taking me.
I couldn’t stop looking into his eyes as we joined together over and over. I could see in his face that his pleasure matched my own, but his feelings for me...I couldn’t be sure about that. Because I was starting to think I might love this man, and the only way to know if he felt the same would be to put it all on the line and confess my feelings. But I didn’t want to risk being shot down, so I would swallow those emotions and stay in the moment, because the moments were pretty fantastic too.
My hands clung to Smoke’s shoulders as he moved on top of me, digging into his sinewy muscles as he drove me to the heights of new pleasure. Smoke was quiet aside from the occasional grunt, so the room was filled with the sound of my gasps and moans.