Looking at me with his jaw clenched tight, and his eyes narrowed, he smirked, placing his drink down on the coffee table in front of him. “Want me to help you with that?” he asked mischievously with a half-smile.
I snort. “What? Are you serious?” Taking a long, nervous, pull of my water, I looked up.
Shit! This was not part of the plan.
However, I came here on a mission. He was hot, that was a plus. Sure, a biker was never part of my plan, but I needed to get this taken care of. At least I knew he wouldn’t expect anything from me, he screamed ‘emotionally unattached.’ He was, well, he was perfect. I wished I could’ve said that we have some sort of great chemistry or some romantic crap like that, but we just didn’t. I just wouldn’t have minded having sex with him, even if it was my first time. Hell, I thought it would be better than most, with their sometimes-tragic first-time stories.
He studied my face for a few seconds before smiling and looking down to the floor with a shrug. “Sure, why fucking not.” His eyes were glistening with mischief.
I smiled, putting my glass on the table, shrugging back to him. “Okay.”
He laughed and grabbed onto my hand, pulling me over to him. He brushed a few of my stray hairs away from my face.
“You sure?” he asked out of complete sincerity.
I gulped and nodded my head. “Yes, yup. I’m sure.”
Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, I glanced down to his plump lips. He must have seen me looking because he half smiled. Showing perfectly straight, white teeth, then he swiped his tongue over his lips. Smiling I looked up into his eyes, right before he brought his lips to meet mine.
His lips were perfect, warm and soft. He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, before dipping it back into my mouth to dance with my own. He laced my tongue with his, in soft strokes, feeling the ball from his tongue ring brush over mine. I moaned into his mouth quietly, noting that I was more worked up about this man than I was with Blake and Vicky. I was horny, that was a given. It was hard not to be when this perfectly sexy, rough, bad boy, was licking and sucking on my lip as if it was his favorite ice-cream.
He began to undress me, slowly removing my clothes. I dropped my arms and let him run the fabric over them until my dress fell to the floor in a pool at my feet. I pulled his MC cut and T-shirt off, eager to see him in all his naked glory.
When I finally did have him naked—apart from his loose jeans, and red and white, flat baseball cap. Which, by the way, only added to his swagger—I almost gasped out in complete awe. I knew right then, that every male I’d seen before him, and every man I would see after would look like shit in comparison.
Sweet Lord have mercy.
His whole body was entirely covered in ink, and underneath all of that art was a damn masterpiece of a body. I was never one to admire a man’s body, or pick one man over another just because he had a six-pack. But that, right there, I would have thrown myself under a bus for.
Okay, that was a little melodramatic.
However, he was extremely attractive. So much so it blew my mind. How was it fair for one man to have the body, the face, and the danger that all women secretly craved? I was stunned.
He slowly walked to the bed, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button of his jeans. I looked over to him while wiping my lips because they were feeling a little swollen by this stage. He took a slow sweep of me, from my head down to my toes before licking his lips and nudging his head toward the bed. I walked to him in my black lace panties and bra.
“Why are you so eager for this?” I managed to squeeze out.
He chuckled, throwing his head back, showing me his perfect smile.
God, I want to know how those rings felt in-between my legs. I was not even going to lie.
He looked back down at me. “Eager? I wouldn’t say that, babe. You said you were on a mission, and I’d hate for some selfish loser to show you any less of a good time.”
I laughed at his honesty because it was refreshing. I couldn’t stand men that sweet-talked you in an effort to get into your pants.
He reached down and picked me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck.
“I’m just going to go out and ask this, but has anyone ever told you how extremely good looking you are?” I asked. My head tilted so I could look over his chiseled face.
He shook his head with a small smile. “I’ve never had good looking. No.”
He brought my face down to his, kissing me again and moving me onto the bed. He made his way over the top of me, settling in between my legs, kissing me down my neck. I felt the metal of his tongue ring slide down my neck, and I started to pant embarrassingly hard with need. I always thought that sex, for your first time, would be rushed and dysfunctional, but Ade seemed to be taking his time, enjoying me, by slowly ravishing me. He ran his hand over my bra, slipping it underneath and squeezing my nipple. The pain had pleasure in it, which was confusing. How could something that should hurt, feel so good? These feelings were all new to me. Trevor wasn’t interested in doing foreplay activities. Unless he was getting sex, he said there was no point.