He moaned as her legs wrapped around him. Her hands settled around his stomach. Lash took a moment to gain control of his senses before he pulled away and started for home. He looked forward to seeing what the salon did to her pussy. He knew she would look far better than what he imagined.
The ride went without event, and when he pulled into his driveway, Lash was desperate to see her. He waited for her to climb off, and then he climbed off after her. When he’d removed their helmets, he grabbed her hand leading her to the front door.
“What are you doing?” she asked. He unlocked the door, slammed his way inside, and kicked the door behind him.
“I asked you to get it done, and now I’m going to look at what I wanted.” He didn’t want to go upstairs to their room.
He went to the sitting room, kicked the wooden coffee table out of the way, and tugged her to his side.
Lash pushed her chestnut hair off her face and then slammed his lips down on hers. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, Lash let out a moan, consuming her with his lips. She relented to him, giving him her mouth for a kiss. He wasn’t just falling for her. Lash had fallen for her and fallen hard.
Breaking from the kiss he rested his head against hers. “Wow,” she said. “It was totally worth it just from the kiss.”
He chuckled. Fingering the button of her jeans Lash opened her button and slid her jeans down to the floor. She must have taken a spare pair of clothing with her. The small dress she wore wouldn’t have been good to wear on the back of his bike.
They didn’t have time to do anything more. The party would be starting soon, and Lash wanted to take Angel before the real shit happened. He pressed her down to the sofa and settled between her thighs. Gripping her knees he tugged her to the edge of the sofa, opening her thighs wide.
All the time he kept his gaze on hers. Green eyes glistened back at him waiting.
“Why aren’t you looking?” she asked, nibbling her lip.
“I’ll look at my pussy in all good time.” He kept his gaze on hers before sliding his attention down to rest on her pretty bare pussy. She looked a little sore, but the ointment the woman gave her had stopped it from hurting. In a few hours she’d be completely fine.
Running his fingers over the lips of her pussy Lash smiled. “You look so fucking beautiful. I’ll give you a few days to keep with the ointment, but then I’m eating you up.”
He saw her pussy cream at his spoken words. His woman wanted to be fucked, licked, and made love to just as much as he wanted to.
Caressing up and down her thighs Lash grew frustrated. All he wanted to do was fuck his woman, but he had a party to attend. “Come on, we need to get you ready for the party.” He dropped a kiss to her hip and then stood.
Chapter Eight
“Stop fucking fidgeting,” Lash said, growling the words. Angel glared at him. It was all right for him. He was wearing leather pants, a tee, and a jacket. What did she have to wear? A small skirt that came to mid-thigh, a crop top that only just covered her stomach. At his request she only wore a bra and a pair of six inch stiletto heels. She couldn’t walk in the heels, and she was taking some practice walks down his long hall way. Her hands were outstretched for balance, and Lash was watching her.
She glanced over at him to see him smiling, which made his words less aggressive. Angel needed to get used to the way he talked. In her home when someone swore it was because they were annoyed.
“Stop laughing at me. I told you I can’t walk in these.” She squealed, but Lash reached out to catch her as she started to fall.
“Okay, I’ve got you, and the bitches can be hard at times. Right, we’ll go for smaller heels until you can work up to the tall heel.”
He picked out a pair of two inch heels. “Here, put these on?” Lash handed her another pair of shoes.
She used him as a stand to remove her shoes. Lash helped her to put the new pair of shoes on. He finished off her outfit with his leather jacket. “This is so everyone will know you’re my woman.”
Angel didn’t mind wearing the jacket. She loved his smell and smiled as it surrounded her.
“I love your smile.” He stroked her cheek. His compliment touched her. “I love the skirt, baby, but I’ve got to be responsible.” Lash pulled out a pair of jeans from the drawer. “Put these on.”
Angel took them out of his hands and climbed into them. They were loose enough for her to do. When she was finished, Lash nodded. “It’s too fucking dangerous riding on a bike in a skirt. Take them off as soon as we get there, okay?”
She nodded in agreement.
“Come on, let’s get out of here before something happens at the party.”