Burned (Devil's Blaze MC #3)(91)

“Bye, Latch. Don’t forget, you and Lucy are having dinner here Thursday night,” Annie calls out.

“Wouldn’t miss it, Peaches,” Latch says with a wicked grin.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home,” I say watching him closely. He’s got that look in his eye that I haven’t seen in a long time. My Annie has caught him, I knew she would. Hell, I just had to see her from a distance.

“She’s special,” he answers.

“She is.”

“She doesn’t let you keep your distance,” he answers and I nod my head in agreement. “Do I report to the club or here tomorrow?”

“Here, I’m going to be busy at the club for the next few days.”

“You got it. Be good to her, brother,” he says, slamming the door shut. I sigh. There are things to discuss with Latch, but I need Annie, it will have to happen later.

I go straight to the bedroom and what I find there takes my breath away. Annie is on the bed, gloriously naked, except for the sheet she has pulled over her. I should have told her I didn’t want her covered up. I know she’s shy. I know she’s never done this before. A better man would understand that and move forward carefully. That is not who I am though, and Annie knows that. It’d be wrong for me to be any way other than the way I always plan to be with her.

“Come over here and undress me, Annie.”

Her cheeks darken in color, but she slides out of bed and comes to me. She’s beautiful as always, but knowing what we’re about to do and what she is about to give me makes her even more so. She comes to a stop in front of me.

I can’t stop my hand from coming up and caressing her collarbone and following the delicate path to her neck. “So beautiful.”

Her hand gently covers mine and her sweet voice feels as if it takes ten years of darkness away from me.

“That’s how I feel every time I look at you, Sabre.”

So sweet, she could make my teeth ache. Her innocence intrigues me, but I can’t wait to show her how good being bad can be. I take off my cut and toss it to the chair across from us, and then pull my shirt off. Her hands move over my stomach, her fingers moving slowly as if she’s memorizing every line. Bit by bit she moves up my chest, her hands breaking apart and each thumb searching out my hard, small nipples and petting them. The touch is erotic and innocent at the same time.

I’ve done my best to bring Annie to this point; knowing what to expect from me. Each time I touched her brought her to orgasm; in the way I talked to her, texted, and in the videos or other things I made sure she watched. I’m not a tender man, not by a long shot. Annie brings out instincts and feelings I’ve never had before. Yet, sex is elemental to who I am. She may start off a virgin, but I plan to show her every forbidden pleasure my mind can dream up and make her want it…need it…crave it.

“I thought you told me to undress you?” she asks, placing a gentle kiss on my chest.

“I left the best parts for you,” I grin.

“I’m a little nervous,” she admits and I can hear her voice tremble.

I bring her face up close to mine, taking in all the myriad of emotions her eyes are trying to show and then kiss her softly. Our lips caress and graze each other in a slow dance that is intended only to divert her and to amp up her excitement.

I use my teeth to pull her lower lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I nibble it, let my tongue taste its flavor, all the while letting my hands pet and follow the contours of her body. I can’t resist massaging those sweet, luscious globes and bringing her even closer to me. I could be wrong, but I think that’s what pushes her over the edge and to the point her nerves take a back seat because she practically takes over our kiss. Her tongue forges into my mouth, trying to own it. Her hands move down to my sides and her fingernails bite into the skin, and the sweet sting of pain mixed with need acts like a drug in my system. I wanted to take this slow and easy the first time. Being with Annie doesn’t allow that, I just can’t. Together the two of us always end up being a raging wildfire.

“Annie…I can’t be slow. You deserve someone who can take his time and worship you patiently. Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t have it in me,” I tell her when we break apart. My voice is unsteady from the need coursing through my veins.

“I don’t want you to be anything other than the man I fell in love with.” The words lie there for a second and they’re backed up by the trust shining in her eyes. I may not be soft or able to give her what she deserves, but I vow I will make this good for her. I just hope I can. I know nothing about virgins. My darker desires always made me run from them.

“You can undress me next time…get up on the bed, now, Annie,” I order. She backs away and when the bed presses against her legs, slides upon it. Her eyes stay on me the entire time. I like that, I will demand it from her—especially when I introduce her to the pleasures of having more than just me and her in our playtime. I bank those thoughts down as an image of Latch touching my woman tries to plant itself in my mind. It will happen, but tonight belongs to Annie and me.

I undress, letting her watch it all. My hand strokes up and down my cock, my pre-cum already making it slick and wet. I lie down beside her, nibbling on the side of her neck. I make small bruises there. I know she likes it, and I need to mark her everywhere. I kiss a path down her chest, sucking on the pebbled nipple while my fingers play with the other. She gasps and her back comes off the bed from the sensation. Her hands wrap around my head pulling me harder against her. Delicious.