The Heathen (Preacher Brothers 2)

How primed Kimber was.

“Lie back for me,” I said, ordered in the harshest way, my voice so guttural. I’d never heard this tone come from me before.

But then again, I’d never felt this way before either.

And when she lay back, I used my shoulders to spread her legs impossibly wider, moving closer, needing my face right up in her pretty fucking cunt.

I leaned in and closed my eyes, smelling how sweet she was. I swear to God, I almost came right then and there, soaking the front of my jeans like a fucking teenager unable to control himself.

I should’ve gone slow, took my time, savored this moment, but all I could do was absorb this attraction, this desperate need to have her flavor, her essence in my mouth, running down my throat, imprinting on every single part of my body from the inside out.

And so I leaned in and devoured her, never having been with a woman but instinctually knowing exactly how to touch her, where to suck and lick, how to pleasure her so she cried out for more. And when her hands landed in my hair, pulling at the strands, tugging at them in a fierce, almost violent manner, I felt my cock jerk once more.

Fuck, I was so ready to feel her clenching around me, her body clutching at mine, the sound of her pleasure filling my head. I was so ready to make Kimber mine that stars danced behind my closed lids as I leaned in and licked at the center of her, dragged my tongue up her slit, and sucked on her clit.

I felt my cock jerk again, my balls drawn up so tightly they hurt, ached, were so filled with my seed I knew I’d explode once I finally got off. I’d never tasted, felt, smelled anything as good as Kimber. And I knew I never would.

She was the end all of everything for me.

She was everything to me.

All I needed was this short span of time to be with her to know that. Because when something made you feel alive for the very first time in your life, you didn’t walk away. You grabbed it with both hands and pulled it closer, knowing there was nothing better in this fucking world than feeling like you belonged.

And that’s how Kimber made me feel.

And fuck everything else.

Chapter Twelve

Kimber

My heart was beating hard, fast, painfully erratic as I tried to calm my breathing.

“Tell me,” he demanded, although he didn’t specify what he wanted me to say.

I knew though.

“I want you, Cullen,” I whispered, and a second later, this harsh growl left him. He stood, hauled me toward him, my chest slamming into his, my breasts pressing to his hardness. God, he was hard. All over.

A startled, pleasure-filled sound left me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward, the feel of his massively hard, thick, and long cock digging into my belly.

“Fuck,” he growled and pushed his hips forward, grinding his shaft against me. A gasp left me, and a shot of pleasure filled every single inch of my body.

He pulled back, and a flash of disappointment filled me that he might be stopping this.

“Cullen. Don’t stop.” I heard the breathy quality in my voice. “I’ve never felt this way, never needed this so strongly before. God, Cullen.” I slid my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, the muscles under my palms flexing. God, he was tight and hard. I looked into his face and saw how his jaw was clenched tightly. And then I felt his cock jerk against me. I bit my lip to hold off from moaning in pleasure, in need.

“Oh, I won’t fucking stop this, Kimber.” He sounded like some kind of crazed animal.

I’d never been with a man, too focused on my work, too focused on healing myself and getting away from my past to let myself be immersed in men, in advances. In sex.

I’d never felt desire, the need to take anyone to my bed.

Until now. Until Cullen.

He was dark and dangerous, mysterious, and had a broken part of himself just like me.

“I’m so wrong for you,” he whispered, as if to himself, and closed his eyes, as though he was trying to talk himself out of being with me.

“Maybe I’m so wrong for you,” I whispered in response.

He opened his eyes and slowly shook his head as he stared into my eyes. “I’ve waited for you for so long,” he said in this hard, almost inaudible voice. “So. Long.” He cupped my cheek and stroked the skin with his thumb. I felt the callouses on the digit, felt shivers of desire move through me even more.

I knew this was the beginning of everything.

Of everything.

But whether that was good or bad would come to light at the end, I was sure of that.