The Biker's Cherry (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 8)
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I tease her stomach underneath her shirt with the pads of my fingers as she rocks into me. Her palms slide up my neck as I deepen the kiss tasting her cherry flavored lip gloss.
I break away finding her gaze on me. Those green eyes sultry and full of desire. I shove a hand up under the wire cup of her bra and she freezes. I stare at her lips swollen from kissing me so damn hard.
“You good?”
She nods and comes back in for another kiss. I’m about to dive over the deep end and fucking let myself fall. I crave her innocence for my own. To be her first everything. I can tell she has no clue what she’s doing, and I want to be the one to teach her.
“Kimber?”
“Yeah,” she answers all breathy and heated tugging on the zipper of my jeans.
I slide a palm along her jaw. “Slow down. You don’t have to be in a hurry.”
“Don’t you want me to?”
“I’d love nothing more than to take it there with you, but I get that you aren’t experienced.”
She starts to pull away, but I squeeze her neck.
“Nothing to get embarrassed about. I love that you’ve not given that piece of you to anyone. Don’t be in such a hurry to lose it.”
“That’s probably one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me, Nav.”
“I’m not sweet, cupcake. I’m being honest.”
“You really don’t mind, do you?”
“That little shithead been pressuring you?”
She nods.
“I’m going to kill him. That why you called me tonight?”
“I let him think I wanted to. I didn’t know how to say no. I mean I know I can say no and I did eventually.”
I let out a breath and tame the anger coiling around my spine that wants to rip his throat out for making her think she couldn’t refuse him. Little prick. I should rip his dick off and feed it to him for that shit.
“You really would kick his ass for me.” She presses her sweet lips to mine.
“He’s lucky not a hair on your head seems to be out of place.” At least it isn’t yet. I kiss her harder and deeper wanting to claim her for my own but needing to take it slow for both our sakes.