Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

“That was perfect,” she breathes.

She kisses me fiercely, and I can taste myself on her lips and in her mouth. She steals my groans as my body, still trembling with the aftershocks, sparks weakly. Then she pulls back, her lips shining and a fiery promise in her eyes.

“But we’re not finished yet,” she says.

There’s something about the way she’s taking control. It’s incredibly sexy, and I’m helpless to do anything more than watch her as she crawls over me, still clothed. Her hair is tumbling down around us, messy and knotted from the way I had clutched at it. She leans down and bites my collar bone, sucking hard and sending bolts of electricity through me. Then she soothes it with her tongue before she bites again, near the first spot.

Marking, I realize somewhere in the back of my mind. She’s making marks on my skin, as though to tell the non-existent world around us where I belong.

With her.

Part of me wants to know where this odd possessiveness has come from. She and I aren’t together. We slept together once, both of us drunk and not completely in our right minds after a fright. We were total strangers only a couple of days ago. Even after I knocked on her door in the dead of the night last night, we were still strangers, and the only reason I was allowed to stay was because I was so focused on Jesse and because I was soaking wet.

What changed tonight? What made her react like this?

Didn’t she ask something about Paige?

Allison bites a third bit of skin and my thoughts are pushed away as my body slowly begins to wake up, realizing that there’s more to come. I slide my hands over her hips and up, under her shirt, feeling her soft skin and slim waist. I wind an arm around her and my hand brushes up her spine, making her arch her back at the sensation.

I grin. Two can play at this game.

“You caught me off-guard,” I murmur to her. “But I’m awake now.”

Allison looks up and grins at me.

“Good,” she breathes. “Now what are you going to do about it?”

I find the clasp on her bra and unclip it. I slide my other hand underneath the loose bra and cup one of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with my thumb.

“Return the favor,” I grin.

I hook a leg around her and roll us over. Startled, she falls to the side, and I use the momentum to shift us until she’s on her back and I’m hovering over her. She starts to sit up, but I push her back down and capture her lips, taking control of it to swirl my tongue deeply inside her mouth, tasting and exploring every inch of it.

“Fuck, no,” I say to her when we part, grinning. “It’s my turn, now.”

“Is it, now?” she asks.

There’s challenge in her eyes, and I can’t say no to that. I press my hands to her shoulders, keeping her from getting up, and lower my body over hers. My new erection presses against her leg, and I can feel the heat of her skin through her clothes. I lower my head and press fluttering kisses against her neck, lapping for a moment at her pounding pulse. When I reach the spot just behind her ear, however, she yelps and her entire body jolts.

We both pause. Then I grin against her skin.

“Sensitive, much?” I ask, my voice deep.

She draws in a shuddering breath, but she manages a smile that is both a reassurance and further challenge.

“Seems so,” she says.

She’s still playing, trying to keep her composure. She’s not going to let go easily; she wants me to fight for it. I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest and against her breasts, and bite the spot that I’ve just found. She groans and writhes beneath me, her legs winding around my waist to keep me in place.

Her skirt rides up and I press a

gainst her, suddenly remembering, again, that she left her panties behind in the other room. The space between her legs is hot, and my erection pulses against her with need. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I lick at the bite mark I’ve left, tensing myself. I’ve already lost control once. I’ll make Allison lose it before I lose it again.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks me, her legs tightening as she draws me even in closer.

I consider fighting her. But then I push myself flush against her, my penis pressing against her entrance, and she gasps, not expecting that. I run my hands over her legs and up her thighs, cupping her butt in my hands, and she groans at the feel of my calloused palms in such a sensitive area.

“I’m waiting for you to beg,” I whisper.