Shades (Reckless Souls MC 3)

“Don’t be,” he growls and pulls me to him. “Come closer. Stay here with me.”

“You’re hurt,” I insist because I don’t know how he can think about intimacy when he’s in so much pain.

“I am, and there’s only one thing that can help.”

I look at Shades, and he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Seriously?”

He nods.

“Impossible,” I tell him in all sincerity.

“Not impossible,” he shoots back and grabs my wrist until my hand is resting on his long, thick, well, you know.

“See what you do to me, Letty?”

Suddenly, I’m shy again, and I shake my head, refusing to hear him.

“That’s not me,” I insist.

“I guess we’ll just have to see about that,” he tells me, and a beat later, his lips crash down over mine. Instantly, my arms wrap around him and pull him close while he devours my mouth, exploring the depths until I shudder with need and longing. White-hot desire.

I groan at the feel of his tongue against mine, and his arms tighten around me, pulling me so close I don’t know where he ends, and I begin. Honestly, I really don’t care. All that matters is being right here, right now, with this man.

“Shades.” I pull back breathless and scan his face for signs of pain and find none. Slowly, I remove the leather vest from his shoulders, and then, with shaky hands, I lift the hem of his t-shirt until the entirety of his broad chest is bare.

“You’re bruised,” I tell him softly and put my hand over his abdomen.

“Want to kiss it and make it better?”

I know he’s joking, but that’s exactly what I do, lean forward and brush the softest kisses I can manage over his abs and around to his side, his back, and then back to his massive chest.

“Better?” I ask softly.

“Harder,” he growls with a smile.

His teasing words in that guttural growl make me smile. “Yeah?” I let my hands slide down to the impressive erection throbbing between his legs. “Oh. Wow.”

“Letty,” he growls, and I smile before I flick my tongue across the flat disc of his nipple.

“Fuck,” he says, throwing his head back in obvious delight.

That little shiver that rips through him is just the sign I need to keep directing this moment. “Maybe I did miss you. A little.”

He chuckles as I kiss my way down his abs while my hands quickly work on unzipping his pants and pop the button his jeans. You can do this, I think to myself, and then reach inside his boxers to grip his thick—I take a deep breath—cock. There, I said it.

It’s so hard and warm, and I know this is the right thing to do in this moment. “So hard.”

His jaw clenches tight, but he smiles. “Come here.”

I shake my head and slide off the sofa in front of him. “I think this seat is fine,” I tell him even though my hands shake and my heart races like a sports car. I want to do this, to know that I can please him in a way that is all about him. I can’t explain it to myself but the moment I grip him in my hand, I know Shades needs no explanation.

“Fuck, Letty.” He growls those same to words over and over as I lean forward and tentatively flick my tongue over the pearl-colored drop of liquid at the tip. When my lips surround his cock, and I suck him into my mouth, Shades bucks off the sofa. “Fuck, woman. Don’t stop.”

I smile at the rough tenor of his voice and keep going, focusing on using my lips and tongue to taste him, to suck on the silky smooth skin that covers a rod of velvet steel.

Every pass of my tongue makes the muscles in his thighs twitch, and when I take more of him into my mouth so deep, I almost choke, his hips buck forward again, and both hands go to my hair.