Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(11)
He caresses my back and shoulders and neck, and then dips between my butt cheeks. I shudder and grasp his hair. I swear if he keeps going I’ll come before he even gets near my *. I give another involuntary shiver and grind myself along his length in a hopeless effort to relieve the building pressure.
“You plan on riding me anytime soon?”
I pause mid-grind as his words penetrate my lust soaked mind. That’s exactly what I want to do. Why don’t I just do it?
“I’m working up to it.” More like trying to figure out how to manage it without sliding off his lap and onto the floor.
He grunts, palms my ass, and lifts me. “Fuck me now, princess.”
Okay, that works. I grin at him, and he must think I’m crazy but I don’t care. I hover over his cock for a couple of tantalizing seconds until he bares his teeth and snarls.
Actually. Snarls. It’s so freaking hot I forget about trying to be a tease and sink down onto him. Oh, my Lord. My head lolls back, my eyes close, and my mouth opens, but I can’t help it. He fills me so completely, and I’m almost afraid to move in case I shatter into a million tiny pieces.
Zach obviously has no such fear. He grasps my hips to keep me exactly where he wants me and takes me with such force I can’t even think anymore. I cling to his shoulders, taking it all, and my breasts bounce with every frenzied thrust. When he slips his hand between our slick bodies and brushes his finger over my clit, I fall apart, my voice hoarse as I cry out.
He’s right there with me, and his whole body goes rigid as he pumps his release, never ending, mind-blowing. I fall forward and rest my forehead on his. All I can hear is our rasping breath and the sound of my heartbeat in my head, and it just feels…right.
Chapter Five
Zach
I stir, my arm wrapped around a naked woman in my bed. For half a second I think I’m still asleep, before I remember and a satisfied smile cracks my face.
Grace.
I cup her tit and idly play with her nipple. She gives a soft sigh and wriggles her ass against my dick, and I bury my face in the curve of her neck. She smells of Grace and sex, and I’m ready for more.
Except the light’s all wrong.
I roll onto my back and squint at the time on my cell. Shit. It’s nearly midday, and even though it’s Sunday and technically my day off, I’m due at the clubhouse in an hour. I wouldn’t give up the promise of another f*ck with Grace for anything but my club, so with a smothered sigh I amble to the bathroom, throwing her a glance over my shoulder.
Her red hair’s splayed across my pillows. Looks even better than I imagined. I very nearly fling back the sheet and give her a quickie while she’s still asleep, but I know once she wraps those legs around me I’ll lose all track of time.
My cock’s more than ready for action as I step into the shower and scrub my body. I like her scent on her, but I smell like a f*cking flower.
By the time I stroll back into the bedroom, with only a towel slung low on my hips, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a sexy as hell silky top and boxers that show off her curves and legs like she’s a lingerie model. The relief from my hasty jack-off five minutes ago vanishes. I grab her hand and pull her to her feet.
She wraps her arms around me, and the heat of her body, combined with the cool of the silk, short-circuits my brain. I kiss her like I’m starving, and have already inched the narrow strap of her top over her shoulder when my cell buzzes.
I swear violently, and she goes rigid. I nibble her throat until her muscles relax and then pull back. Hardest thing I’ve ever done. Especially when I see her sleepy-eyed take-me-now gaze.
“Hold that thought.” I crawl across the bed and snatch up my cell. Seeing Grace again made me forget about church, but I’m not late so why would one of my brothers be texting me?
They’re not. It’s a message from Kat.
U staying in bed all day or what
I glare at the screen, but the moment’s gone. In a way it’s a good thing. How did I forget the reason why I’d left Grace in bed in the first place?
She clears her throat, and I look at her as I make my way to the closet. She gives me a real weird smile.
“Well, thank you for having me. I mean—for letting me stay the night.” Her face goes pink, the way it has a couple of other times when she’s said something cute, and I laugh. She doesn’t appear to find it funny, though, since she folds her arms and looks everywhere in the room but at me.
“Having you”— I emphasize the words and she kind of winces—“was a real pleasure, princess.”
“Likewise.” She gives a strange little nod and then appears fascinated by the way I’m tugging on my jeans. “So, anyway. If I could just use your shower again that would be great.”
I frown as I pull on a T-shirt. Is she asking me a question? “Sure you can use the shower. You know where it is.”
“Yes, but…” She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. “Never mind. I just want to say I really enjoyed last night. I’m glad I walked into Odin’s and met you.”
There’s been a couple of chicks I’ve picked up in the past who went all psycho on my ass the following morning, thinking we had something special between us. I don’t get that vibe from Grace. Sounds more as though she’s saying some kind of classy good-bye.