Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

She inhaled.

“I’m going to press my lower body against yours. And then drop down onto my forearms and kiss you,” I continued.

There was a long stretch of silence as I waited for her to argue or protest, but she did neither.

I began to lower my body onto hers, one slow, agonizing inch at a time.

I didn’t want to frighten her with my touch, too much too soon.

So even though it damn near killed me—figuratively and literally—I took my time, until my lower half was pressed into her, and she was gasping for air.

“You okay?” I asked, digging my lower half into her splayed thighs.

She felt like heaven, and I hadn’t even gotten started yet.

My hard cock pressed against her intimately, and it was then I realized that she wasn’t breathing.

Fuck.

“Belle?” I questioned and started to pull off of her.

She caught me around the waist with her legs and held me exactly where I was before taking a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

And she did sound okay.

In fact, she sounded more than okay.

She sounded excited.

Which was a good thing because I damn well was, too.

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like,” I ordered.

She nodded, and the only reason I knew she did that was because I felt her hair slide up and down the sides of my chest where I was slowly starting to lower myself onto her.

When I was in a more comfortable position, my chest now blanketing hers, I shifted my weight onto my left arm and used my right hand to trail up the side of her neck.

My fingers encountered more hair than skin, so I gathered it all up and held it away from her before dropping my mouth to her throat and skimming my lips against her soft skin.

She hissed in a breath, and I pulled back, waiting for her to protest.

She didn’t, so I went back to it, trailing my lips up and down the length of her throat until goose bumps were pebbling her flesh. Once I was sure she was used to my touch there, I allowed my tongue to follow the same path, causing her to hitch in a breath of surprise.

Her legs tightened around my waist, and it was then that I remembered that she’d been naked underneath my shirt—which had started this whole thing—and I was now pressed against her with only the thin fabric of my sweats separating us.

“No,” she murmured.

I paused, trying to figure out what had set her off.

“No, I meant, No. As in short for Bruno. Shit. Keep going. Don’t stop,” she explained quickly.

I grinned at that, going back to her throat with my mouth, laying soft kisses there now, while my free hand dropped from her hair to trail down the length of her body.

My hand caught her outer thigh, and I teasingly trailed my palm down the back of it, allowing my fingers to move closer and closer to the part in her thighs with each sweeping touch.

“You’re killing me,” she whispered. “Is it supposed to be like this? My clit is pulsing with each beat of my heart, and I have this ache…”

She didn’t need to finish.