“All I need is you.”
“For now, maybe you believe that, but you’ve not been out in the world yet. You need to experience life, Wylla Mae. There is so much out there waiting for you.”
“Maybe but all I’ve been waiting for is you, East.” I stroke my fingers through his dark hair and tilt his head up so I can kiss him. I bring my mouth down on his and he hesitates to return my kiss.
“I’m not going to kiss you or ever fuck you,” he swears, though neither of us believe that, because we both want it. He’s going to give in, I sense him wavering, teetering on the edge of heaven and hell.
Shifting to his feet, his arms come around me in a tight embrace, caging me in. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now, but I care too much about you to take what you’re offering me. I’m a bastard and no good, but I won’t ruin you, Wylla Mae.”
I try to push him away. Tears stinging my cheeks as they fall. He doesn’t mean it. I shake my head. “Stop. We both know we want this. I’m old enough and begging you, East. I want you…I need you.”
His hold on me grows stronger. “No. What you need is to forget all about me. Find a guy your own age. One who can build a life with you. I’ll never be anything more than this.”
“All I am asking for is one night. Nothing more. We’ll never speak of it again. One night to make me feel like a woman.” I push against his shoulders. He lets me go, and I make my way to the door that leads to his balcony. I throw it open and step onto the deck. I need air.
East follows me. The clouds move away from the moon, and I can see him clearly.
Those dark torturous eyes bore into mine wild and depraved. Hungry for what I’m not sure, but East grabs me by the back of the head and angels cry from heaven because his forbidden lips crash down to mine. Hot, needy, and demanding with such force I’ll taste him on my lips forever. Rain pelts against us. Cold and unforgiving. A line has been crossed. I’ve never felt like this before.
Out of control.
Impulsive and free.
Wicked with desire.
Parting my lips, I invite him in.
I welcome him home.
We’re getting soaked but I don’t care. Easton Reed is kissing me.
“Let’s take this back inside.” He pulls me with him onto the couch. Lips on my neck, rough hands on my silky thighs. I can feel him. His hardness. The bugle in his jeans pressing against the crotch of my soaked panties. I rock against him, seeking the friction. We’re getting the couch cushions wet however that is the furthest thing from my mind.
He squeezes my thighs. “Christ, baby.”
He called me baby. I smile, knowing I’ve won. East is giving in. He’s giving me him, even if it’s for tonight and only tonight. Palming my breast, his thumb flicks over the white lace covering my nipple.
“Say it again,” I breathe out against his mouth.
“What?”
“Baby.”
“Gimme’ that mouth, baby.” He closes the distance between us, tongue thrusting hard and deep in my mouth tasting of beer. Warmth flows through my veins and spreads like wildfire in my lower belly. Hands on me, he touches me soft and sweet with those rough fingers up under my dress. Skin on skin. His heavy breath flows into me, tasting of desire. The way East handles me is raw and possessive. I’m on fire, and I’ll gladly burn in hell for this. I’d burn there for forever for this. For him. For Easton Reed to make love to me.
“Take me to your bed, honey,” I demand.
Saying nothing, he secures a hand under my bottom and rises to his feet. My arms around his neck, legs around his waist. “Since I already have a ticket to hell,” he grits, kissing me again, walking toward the bed. He lowers me to my back gently, trailing his fingers down my torso. I can smell him all around me, like rain and leather mixed with beer and tobacco, and it turns me on all the more.
“This thing got a zipper?”
I roll to my stomach, giving him access. His fingers meet their purchase. The sound of the zipper stretching down my back fills the room. I arch my back and flex like a kitten as he drags the dress down my body.
“Jesus,” he mutters. My bra goes next leaving me in my white cotton briefs. East looms over me, firm hands on my hips, full wet lips pressed to my spine and dragging
down the path tenderly yet scratching his facial hair over my skin with that tongue tasting every centimeter of my flesh. I rock back sending my ass straight to his crotch and he lets out a growl that forces a shiver through me.
He flips me over to my back and I reach for his shirt. My filthy biker gives me what I want, lifting it over his head. I run my fingers over his muscled chest, knowing the designs inked there by heart. I need no light to trace the curves. I’ve dreamed of this moment so many times and now it’s real. When I go for the button of his jeans, he stops me. “Slow down, Lady.” He kisses my wrist. “If you want this, we do it my way. We have all night.” Weight pressing down on me, his body blankets mine.