Gen Pop (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 6) by Lani Lynn Vale

He didn’t let me finish.

He leaned back and ripped his t-shirt off and my eyes automatically went to his chest.

I almost moaned when I could barely see what I was looking at due to the setting sun.

Between when I’d first kissed him and now, the sun had almost completely finished setting, leaving us in near darkness.

The only thing that lit the night up now was the glow of the green pool lights beyond the chair.

They cast even more shadows, making me wish that I’d brought a damn flashlight.

Because I knew Zach’s body would be something that I’d want to remember for the rest of my life.

“What are you staring at so hard?” he asked, running his finger down the bridge of my nose.

I bit my lip and considered not telling him.

Then decided fuck it.

I liked this new and improved Crockett.

“I was wishing I had a flashlight so I could see your body,” I told him bluntly. “I want to see everything you have.”

His growl warmed me up and sent shivers down my spine.

“There’ll be plenty of time to look your fill… next time.” Then he flipped us, me going onto my back in the lounge chair, and him switching our positions so that I was now the one with my legs spread wide.

He situated himself between my splayed thighs, careful of the IV line, and I moaned when his hardness came into contact with my softness.

And I wasn’t talking about anything but his cock at this point.

Sure, later I would think about all the other sexy body parts he had, but when the size of the cock that Zach was pressing against me made itself known, I could think about nothing but it.

Voices filtered into the darkness around us, but Zach didn’t stop his assault on my senses.

With slow, measured breaths he ground himself against me, working me higher and higher with the swivel of his hips alone.

Then his mouth came into play, running open-mouthed kisses down the length of my throat to the valley between my breasts.

“How’d you get into this thing?” he asked, tugging lightly on the neckline with his teeth.

I licked my lips. “I, uh, had to put it on over my head and tug it down. The zipper is from about lower rib to hip. It’s not easy to get on, either.”

“Or off,” he grumbled, his hands moving down to push up underneath my dress.

“Or off,” I agreed. “I had to do a shimmy and a shake, and lube myself up with body lotion to get it on.”

His rumble of appreciation sounded from his throat, and I felt a shiver of delight chase his hands as they moved up under the flared skirt of my dress.

“These underwear,” he said, tracing the line of them from hip to hip. “They’re sexy as hell, and I haven’t even seen them.”

I snickered, then sobered very quickly when the blunt tips of his fingers dipped into the front of my panties, fingers encountering the tip of my slit.

“I’ve been dreaming about what you would feel like,” he said, dipping just a little bit deeper. “What you would taste like. What you would smell like. What you would…”

He trailed off when my breath hissed in.

Why did my breath hiss in?

Because the light behind his head snapped on in a sudden flare of light, and at first, I wasn’t sure if the light was a figment of my imagination because he’d dipped further, his finger brushing my clit, or if it was an actual light behind his head that was now making me see stars.

Whatever the hell it was, I closed my eyes, which only made the way he was making me feel worse.

Because being deprived of a sense made the others feel ten times more intense.

And Jesus, but one wouldn’t think that a brush of a clit would be that big of a deal, but it was.

Especially since the one doing the touching of said clit was a man that I’d wanted since the very first day I saw him.

“The light,” I found myself murmuring. “Is it real, or am I imagining it?”

I squirmed underneath him as I asked it, causing him to curse.

“Real,” he growled, his voice filled with the sound of gravel. “They must’ve triggered it when they went out to get more beer.”

“Beer? Who?” I asked, unable to stop myself from enjoying the way he was making me feel.

And seriously, all he was doing was lightly brushing my clit with his finger, not doing much more than brushing it with just the very tip of his digit.

It shouldn’t feel so good.

Should it?

His finger dipped lower, and then his mouth came down on mine.

At the same time that his tongue breached my lips, his finger breached my entrance, dipping just far enough inside to gather some wetness, then bring it back up to swirl around my clit.