Throttled (Wild Riders #1)(52)
She reached for my shirt and I raised my arms as she slid it up and raised up on the tips of her toes to get it over my head. Her chest pressed against mine, and it took every ounce of control I had not to devour her. Her fingers traced down my chest as her eyes followed the ink that stained my skin. When she placed a soft kiss at the center of my chest, a moan rumbled from deep in my throat urging her exploration of my body. The control that she had was much more than I had myself, so I let her lead. It was a big step for her to come back here tonight.
I wanted to reciprocate, but I was anchored in place as her hands moved to my hips. Her thumbs tucking under the waistband of my pants as she continued to pepper kisses across my chest. Wearing sweats that night was one of the best decisions I made that day as I could easily remove them, but this was her show. I let her continue her slow assault on my senses, enjoying every second. Her mouth seemed innocent—her kisses soft and unrushed. But when her tongue slipped between her pouty pink lips and flicked against my nipple, I knew that her intentions were anything but.
When I just couldn’t take it anymore, my hand tangled in the hair at the back of her neck and pulled her face back up to mine. I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply. My tongue swept between her lips and moved against hers as I walked her backwards towards my bed. Deftly, I unhooked her bra before I tugged it from her body and let it drop to the floor.
There were so many things I wanted to say to her, but showing her how I felt about her seemed to be a more pressing issue. My cock was throbbing and begging to be released as I she sat on the edge of the bed and started to scoot back. Her eyes locked on mine, tempting me to follow her. Before she scooted out of my reach, I grabbed the waist of her pants and pulled them down her long tanned legs, leaving just the scrap of fabric she considered underwear.
“You forgot something,” she said with a mischievous grin, snapping the side of her panties with her fingertips.
“I didn’t forget.” I said lowering my body to the bed to hover above her. My head resting just above her stomach. “I need a reminder to take this slow.” I bit my lip, drinking in the image of her, and looked up to see her anxiously anticipating my next move. “Once those are gone, all bets are off,” I warned.
I began kissing my way up her legs—back and forth between the left and right—until I spotted a small pucker of skin on the inside of her left calf. I pressed my lips to the scar, remembering exactly how she got it. It had been my fault. The first time I’d ever given her a ride on my bike she’d been wearing shorts.
“You remember?” she asked softly.
“Of course,” I said, dropping my lips to her skin again. “I should have told you to put on some pants.” I remember how terrible I felt that day. I was only fifteen and thought surely she’d never speak to me again. I was showing off, taking her a little too fast around the curves. I was lucky that burn from the motor was all that happened. My stupid teenage hormones and pride had gotten the best of me. She’d tried to play it off and act cool—fighting back the tears and a scream when we stopped to assess the damage. “Sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be. I’d do it all over again,” she said. “Reminds me of you every time I look at it.”
“I felt like a complete jackass that day,” I said with a chuckle as I moved up her body.
“I think I fell in love with you that day.” She smiled down at me. “You were so worried about me.” I had been worried. I’d hauled her back to my dad’s truck and pulled out a first aid kit like my life depended on it.
“I never want to see you hurt,” I confessed. That day was the day I realized how important she was to me. “I loved you long before that. First day I saw you.” Maybe even before that. As soon as I started noticing girls, I’d been dreaming up Nora Bennett. She might not have known it, but I was elated when my brother invited her over per my request. Hoyt always was the best wingman. I was an idiot to think that I could ever live without her.
I trailed my tongue up her body before taking the peak of her breast into my mouth. My tongue swirled around her nipple. Her back arched and her hands grabbed onto my arms as she begged for more.
“Yes, Reid!” Her fingers dug into my biceps as my mouth continued to work over the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever seen or had the pleasure of touching. Hearing my name roll off of her lips had me feeling like I could do anything. A lot like when she cheered for me at a race. Her voice alone was enough to make me think I was invincible. Each and every move I made sent her writhing beneath me. She was so eager. So responsive. Exactly how I remembered. I knew each and every inch of her skin and what she needed from me.
“That feels so good,” she panted. “Don’t stop.” She moaned out my name as I pressed the ridge of my hard cock against her center. I knew she was close to coming undone as I lowered myself back down her body and pressed my mouth against her. The wet heat of her * radiating through the thin material of her panties. “Take them off,” she begged, as I pressed my tongue through the fabric against her most sensitive spot. “Please.”
The grin that spread across my face as I pulled her panties down and saw her completely naked for the first time in years was matched only by what I felt when I licked down her center and tasted her. Better, sweeter, and more addicting than my memory was capable of recalling.