Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

“Only if you give it to me in the shower. I’m sweaty and haven’t had a chance to clean up,” she protested. He paused tugging them down her hips and grinned up at her.

“Sounds like a plan.” He yanked the jeans off and stood at the foot of the bed. Then he grabbed her ankles and pulled. Shannon gasped as she slid across the bedspread toward him. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up. The halter top went up and over her head, and then she was standing there in a strapless gold lace bra and matching panties. His eyes swept over her. He stepped back, taking it all in. “Turn,” he ordered.

She frowned, but obeyed, looking over her shoulder at him coyly. His eyes dropped down her body, and he grinned. “Damn, that’s a smack-able ass.”

She spun, backing up as he followed, grinning. Her arms came up to hold him off as he backed her into the bathroom. She giggled. “Don’t you dare.”

He reached into the shower, turning on the water and dipping his hand in the spray to test the temperature. Then he pulled his tee shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. His eyes met hers as his hands went to his belt. She stood, unmoving. Watching. She always enjoyed watching Crash strip. There was just so much to look at. His arms. His shoulders, his chest. His abs, that delicious v that dipped into his pants. And then his 501s hit the floor, and there was so much more.

“Your turn, Shannon.”

She looked up and caught his eyes. Hot, hungry eyes. Her hand reached behind her and undid her bra. But before she dropped it, she turned her back to him, looking back over her shoulder, determined to give him a little show. She dropped the bra and slowly lifted her arms, her hands running through her hair, lifting it and giving him a coy look. She saw his eyes move over her bare back to the exposed side of her breast. His chest rose and fell. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Her eyes skated down his body. That wasn’t all that bobbed. Her eyes flew up, connecting with his.

“Keep goin’,” he commanded, nodding toward her panties.

She dropped her hair and moved her hands slowly down her sides until she hooked her thumbs at the lace at her hips and shimmied them down. They fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them.

“Turn around.” His voice was deep, rumbling. Her arms crossed over her breasts, shyly as she turned. “Drop your arms.”

She did.

“Come here.” He stood there, and his head dipped down slightly, his eyes boring into her from under his brows with a penetrating stare that made her want to drop to her knees and do anything he commanded. And what’s more, she could see he liked her acquiescence to every command he issued. It was turning him on. Big time. She decided to prolong it and took one sl

ow step. Then another.

“Shannon.” His voice held warning this time. When she reached him, he stared down at her, not touching her yet. Her breathing was coming in quick little pants now as she looked up at him. She was ready to do whatever he commanded. Her tongue came out to lick her suddenly dry lips. The anticipation of his touch was heating her skin, she felt a flush move over her body. And then, finally, his hand came up. Just one hand, and his thumb brushed softly over her bottom lip, his eyes on her mouth. “You like to tease, Shannon?”

Her mouth closed over his thumb, and his eyes flicked up to hers. She stood there, so close her breasts were almost touching his abs just under his pectoral muscles. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to die.

And then she didn’t have to wait any longer as his hands closed around her upper arms, and he stepped into the shower, pulling her in with him. A moment later, she was pressed against the tile wall. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue sweeping inside with long swipes, teasing her, delving in and pulling back, making her tongue chase his. Until she was coming up on her toes, her mouth going after his as he lifted his head higher, making her have to work for it. Until she was whimpering his name as her hands threaded through up into the hair at his nape, trying to pull his mouth back down for deeper contact.

He laid his palms on the tile above her as he lifted his head and stared down at her, ordering, “Touch me.”

Her eyes slid down his body, and her hands moved over his wet skin, down his chest, down his abs, down. Until they closed over him, and he made a throaty rumbling moan. She stroked him and worked him until his breathing was ragged, and his muscles were tensing and contracting.

“Christ, baby. I want inside there,” he growled as he flexed his muscles, pressing a push up against the wall and lowered his head slowly to hers, capturing her mouth with his. They were touching in just two places. Two erogenous places. His mouth ate at hers as her hands worked at him. It was incredibly erotic.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and she saw the hunger in his eyes. And then he was guiding her to her knees, and he slid inside her mouth. Cradling her face in his hands, he urged her to take him all. When she did, he leaned one hand on the tile and pumped his hips, plunging in slow and deep, over and over.

Shannon slid her hands up his thighs and gripped his ass, pulling him close as his body flexed above her. She looked up, and their eyes locked and held. His head was bent, his arm on the wall, holding him up, and his face was tight. She could tell he was struggling with trying to last, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as he could bear it. He made a valiant effort, trying to endure it as long as he could, his teeth bared. When he could tolerate her torturous touch no more, he growled and lifted her with a jerk, slamming her against the wall and plunging inside her with one fierce thrust that had her gasping with the force. He took her, there were no other words for the way he plunged into her with long, powerful strokes.

Her eyes roved over his body, watching the play of his brawny muscular build. He was a man in the height of his masculine prime, and it was an impressive thing of beauty to behold. The connection between them, the intense sexual attraction was heady, overpowering her senses and overwhelming her emotions. She was helpless in the wash of his potent male magnetism.

He was every bit the aggressive male, the epitome of carnal appeal and erotic temptation. It called to everything feminine in her, and she clutched at him, unable to get enough. He pounded into her, and the woman in her reveled in the fact that she could drive him to such strong driving passionate responses, provoking such intense sexual need and desire.

He shifted her in his arms, tightening his hold, then pumped frantically, his hips pistoning in and out of her, until she feared she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. When his release finally exploded, he thrust into her with a growl and pinned her to the wall, his head dropping to her shoulder. She stroked her hands over his back, shoulders and nape, pressing kisses along his throat and jaw as his breathing sawed in and out.

When Crash could finally lift his head and speak, he murmured, “I’m a greedy son-of-a-bitch, I know. That was all for me.” He kissed her deeply, then broke off, still gasping for breath. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”

When he pulled out slowly, she whimpered, and the soft sound tore at his gut. He set her on her feet, but held her until she could stand on her own. A surge of feelings for her bulldozed through him. Damn, he could be a demanding lover, but the need she had just incited and aroused in him was over the top, even for him. Pressing his forehead to hers, he asked, “You okay, pretty girl? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Shannon looked up into his eyes, seeing the sudden worry there. She could see he was afraid he’d gone too far. She wanted to reassure him, she cupped his jaw and smiled. “No. I’m fine. I liked it. Seeing you lose control like that for me, it was sexy as hell.”

“I don’t lose control, Princess. I just get demanding. You givin’ in so sweet like you did…let’s just say the more you give, the more I’m gonna want to take. I shouldn’t let it get out of hand, though. I don’t want to scare you off.”

“You aren’t.”

“Good. Glad to hear it, baby.” He pushed her under the water and gently soaped and washed her. His touch tender, loving. He took his time soaping her body and lathering her hair, his strong hands massaging her scalp. Then he patiently rinsed her hair, cupping the water to her head, cradling her in his arms as he leaned her back into the spray of water and ran his hands through her hair, getting all the shampoo out. With his tender ministrations, Shannon had never felt more cherished or cared for.