King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

He noticed that my body had tensed, and his frown deepened. “No, Natalie. That’s not what I meant... I.. Shit. That didn’t sound how I wanted it to.”

Without a word, he pulled me into embrace, his strong arms holding me close to him, and my heartbeat increased. This contact was so unexpected, yet it was something I wanted for a long time. Now that we were touching like this I never wanted him to let me go.

I inhaled his manly scent, clutching onto his shoulders as his hands traveled across my back soothingly. I needed this. I needed him.

“I don’t want you safe only because this is my job. I genuinely worry about you.”

He was so warm, emanating the strength that attracted me so much to him, and soon his hands stopped bringing calm to me—instead they were

arousing me. I became hyperaware of his fingers trailing my spine, almost reaching my ass, before he moved them up again. At the same time, I felt his erection pressing against my stomach, and my heartbeat sped up.

The atmosphere had changed between us, and the temperature in the room was suddenly too high. I held my breath as he moved his hand to my neck, grazing it with his thumb, which sent shivers down my spine, and I leaned into his touch. I squirmed, letting a small moan out, and waited impatiently for his next move.

“You’re shuddering,” he whispered with a raspy voice, cupping my head with one hand, and took a step away to look at me. “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

“I’ll bring you a blanket—”

He tried to move away, but I stopped him, unable to focus on anything but the throbbing of my pussy. “No. I don’t need a blanket.”

His eyes glimmered with lust, falling to my lips. I noticed just now that he was breathing unevenly, all too tense. My nipples hardened, and since I wasn’t wearing any bra beneath my shirt, he could clearly see that. He let a low growl out, his hand on my waist tightening around me.

“What do you need?” he asked.

I wanted him badly. I couldn’t stop thinking about the night we’d spent together, so hungry for more, and here we were—alone and obviously so desperate for each other.

“You. I need you,” I finally said, deciding to throw away all caution and doubts.

Before I knew it, he plastered his lips against mine and cupped my ass. I encircled my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me as our tongues played with each other. It was too hot, and I was burning with desire for him.

He moved us the bedroom, not even breaking our contact, and started undressing me. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he drew my shirt away, unable to unbutton them with my trembling hands, and I cursed.

He chuckled and moved my hands away from his shirt. “Here. Let me do it.”

He removed his shirt and proceeded to take off my pants and black lace undies, hissing when his eyes landed on my mound.

“God I have been waiting for this,” he said.

“You!? You have barely looked at me in weeks!”

“I have to remain professional. But today, with that shooter? I can’t anymore Natalie. I need you.” He pushed me back onto the bed and then spread my legs. He kissed me from my ankles to my pussy and then twirled his tongue around my clit.

“I’m going to tease you, just like you teased me.”

“Yoga?” I breathed out.

“Oh yeah, you’re going to pay for that.”

He inserted one finger, and then two, pumping me slowly as he sucked on my clit.

“Oh Colt!”

I had been waiting for this so long, then tension between us growing every day. Just as I was climbing to the edge of my orgasm, Colt pulled away. And I watched as he dropped his pajama pants, his huge cock springing free.

He pushed himself against my opening, pushing slowly and then pulling back out. He was killing me.

“I just want to come!” I complained, seeing his smirk.