War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

With my fingers tangled in his hair, I pant, “I was dying without your hands on me all night.”

“I would have fucked you on that table in the middle of the restaurant if I’d allowed myself more than I did. You have no idea how much I want you.”

His lips crash down onto mine and he finally takes what he wants.

And holy hell, it’s everything I want to give.

He kisses me for what feels like forever while our hands explore each other. By the time he’s finished with this kiss, I can’t think straight I’m so aroused.

“Good God,” I say breathlessly. “You’re the master of foreplay.”

“We’re just getting started, princess.”

“No, you started the minute you picked me up this afternoon.”

He directs his attention to my body, his hands to the hem of my dress. Just when I think I know what he’s going to do next, he changes course. Moving swiftly, he lifts me off the counter and carries me into my bedroom. Depositing me on the bed, he kicks his boots off and kneels in between my legs as I force my heels off and lie back.

Placing his hands on my thighs, he runs them up and under my dress, pushing it up until my panties are revealed to him. His nostrils flare and his breathing grows laboured while his eyes stay glued to my body.

Bending slowly, he brings his mouth to my panties and presses a kiss to me.

Oh God.

My back comes up off the bed and his hands curve around my hips. Taking hold of me, he pulls me roughly to him, bringing my pussy up at the same time he bends his face to meet it. Inhaling my scent, a deep growl escapes his lips, electrifying every nerve ending in my body.

“Fuck,” he says, lowering me to the bed. He directs my body deftly, his touch exquisite and assured. Fury knows his way around a woman’s body.

He hooks his fingers in my panties and removes them. He gives me his eyes briefly and then dips his face to put his mouth on me.

My hands go to his hair with the first stroke of his tongue.

My leg coils around his body with the second stroke.

His name falls from my lips with the third.

He dedicates time to this, burying his face in my pussy as he takes hold of my ass. He sucks my clit, running his tongue over it repeatedly until I beg him for more.

He stops what he’s doing, and with his eyes pinned to mine, he kisses between my folds, pushing his tongue inside, slowly.

So. Damn. Slowly.

“Oh, God!” I cry, gripping his hair hard, trying to force his head down so he can give me all he has to give.

He resists my force, though, keeping his eyes on mine. “We’ve waited this long, baby. We’re not rushing this.” With that, he slides his tongue inside me again and continues on his path to my ruin.

Bringing me to the edge, over and over with his tongue, he reaches for my breasts. Caressing me, he pays particular attention to my nipples until suddenly he lifts his face and yanks my body closer so he can tear my dress off. My bra is next, at which point he cups both my breasts and says, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He tries to bend his face to my breasts, but I stop him and pull his mouth to mine. Our eyes connect for a split second, but it’s all I need to communicate the need I have for his lips. He crushes them to mine and ravages me with a kiss that blazes more heat through my body.

My hands go to his shirt, his jeans, his boxers. I need them all gone. I need his skin on mine.

We become frantic.

Wild.

Rough.

Wanting everything we’ve never had together.