“Where?” I whispered, just as he seized my hand and started pulling me up the path to the road, my suitcase bobbing in his other hand.
“We'll find a spot for some R and R. Just you and me. The shit with the club can wait. The fuckers at the house'll fill everybody else in Tacoma in. They'll know we're in town.” He packed up my suitcase and passed my helmet to me. “We're picking up right where we left off, Elle Joy. I'm giving you a real honeymoon, and you're giving me every fucking inch of you. Everything I've been jerking off to for four fucking years, what I thought I'd missed forever.”
Oh, crap. Did he really just say that?
I could barely climb onto the bike from the tremor in my nerves. And I visibly shook when he leaned in close, pouring his hot breath against my neck, and then straight into my ear.
“I'm breaking you in tonight, babe. I'm gonna fuck you 'til neither one of us can even walk straight. You belonged to me the second my fucking ink went on you, woman, and now it's time to make it official by mixing like a man and woman should.” He stopped, just long enough to wrap his hands around me, searching for my ass. He squeezed me so hard I moaned. “Fuck, you're so tight. Goddamned beautiful. All mine.”
I smiled. He wanted it so bad he couldn't form complete sentences anymore, but at least he could speak. I couldn't even do that.
He started his bike while I wrapped my hands around him. I hugged him tighter than I'd ever held anyone in my life while we rode.
My blood crackling with carnal expectation kept me more alive than I'd been for four painful years away from my destiny.
I didn't even look at where we were until I stepped off his bike. He had a sixth sense for finding these incredible off-the-map places like most bikers did. This one was no exception.
It was a nice little lodge just outside town. If the rain ever cleared up, we'd probably have an awesome view of Mount Rainier, something I'd realized how badly I missed since going away to college.
The look in his eye was the only signal he gave me as he took my hand and led me inside. We got checked in and headed for our room. I slicked my hair, taking out the latest moisture, feeling the wetness running down my shoulders.
Cool and weirdly refreshing, in a way. It masked the blazing, wet heat between my thighs – everything that wouldn't be calmed until he found his way there.
As soon as we were in our room, he dropped my bag, plus the small one he'd brought with fresh clothes from Redding.
I wasn't sure who lunged for who first. Hot, heavy, muscular man gripped me, threw me against the big bed in the center of the room, and smothered me in fresh kisses. His hands roamed my body, taking what he'd teased before.
My breasts, my ass, the soft, ticklish spaces along my sides...he explored them in slow, eager strokes, far more controlled than anything I could muster. I threw one arm over his strong neck and tugged at his leather cut with the other.
“Take that off and fuck me,” I whispered, when he finally broke the kiss for air.
“No.”
My jaw dropped when he growled it, and I moaned a little Oh!, feeling his cock pressing hard into my thigh again. The wrong place for it. That was when I realized he'd tease me until my heart exploded.
“You don't get this dick 'til I say you do, babe. If you want me to fuck your brains out, you'd better come for me a few more times, and hard.”
His hands went to my waist and found my jeans. Asphalt had them down in a single jerk, exposing my bare legs. He ripped my shoes off and pulled my pants down, flinging them against the wall. He kissed up my right thigh while his hand went for my panties, grabbing them in the middle and tugging the way a man throws a grenade.
Gone, in half a heartbeat.
Oh, shit. He's really going to –
My mind blanked when his mouth began to climb up. Hot, searching kisses stamped my legs, then my inner thighs. He found the soft skin humming expectantly next to my pussy and sank his teeth into it.
I jumped, moaned, covered the back of his head with my hands. His hot breath blew over my pussy, making every inch of me feel the lightning need pooling there.
Asphalt, please.
Please.
Fucking please!
I couldn't say it. Words escaped me. The best I could do was dig my fingers into his smooth head, pressing hard while his tongue darted out in one quick, teasing flick across my molten center.
Fuck! My fingers gripped the sheets, tangling them for support.
And I had to hold on for dear life once he really started in. The same tongue that teased me, cursed me, and conquered my mouth owned the space between my legs.
His rough hands held me down, spreading me open, wider for his face to work its wicked, dirty magic. I couldn't think what else to call the sensations he summoned in my blood, the way every nerve crackled to life at once, burning like taut guitar strings beneath a rockstar's skilled fingertips.