Wanted By The Devil (Devil's Riders 1)

They pulled into the clearing. He was helping her off the bike before she knew it. She tried to slow her heart but it beat wildly in her chest.

There was a knowing look in his eyes when he took off her helmet. He could probably see her blushing! But no- it was dark here. The thought gave her a small measure of comfort. He took her hand and led her over to the rocks overlooking the valley.

Kaylie watched nervously as he put his jacket onto a flat rock and guided her onto it. He sat beside her and stared out at the view. She decided to do the same thing and caught her breath in wonder.

She blinked, surprised by the view. It was incredible. You could see two counties from up here.

"It's beautiful…"

He looked at her with a hint of surprise.

"You haven't been up here before?"

She shook her head shyly.

"No. I mean, not at night."

That made him grin for some reason, which only made her cheeks even warmer.

Oh. Of course. He could probably tell how ignorant she was about… well, everything. She felt ridiculous sitting beside the sexiest man in town. The biker… and the nun.

She realized she was sitting on her hands and yanked them up and into her lap.

He put his arm around her and pulled her against his side. And then… nothing. He just sat there. He was wearing fingerless gloves that scratched her skin when he started to stroke her arm.

Her sweater had slid off her shoulder and he was petting her bare skin like a cat. Oh! Tingles shot through her body from the place where his fingertips brushed her, making lazy circles.

With a shock she realized her nipples were getting hard and a warm feeling was growing between her legs.

The feeling was unfamiliar but she knew instinctively what it was. It was desire. She wanted him, and not in an abstract way.

In a real, woman and man kind of way.

He pulled her in for a kiss, somehow sensing the exact moment that the tides had tipped in his favor. The urge to be close to him was finally overwhelming her nerves.

Her lips parted slightly under the pressure of his. He had surprisingly soft lips for a man. Not that she'd ever kissed a man before. A boy, yes. But this was a different matter entirely.

She was kissing Devlin McRae.

And the devil knew how to kiss.

Chapter 5

Devlin

Devlin inhaled the scent of the innocent young beauty in his arms. She tasted so sweet, fresh and clean and… chocolatey.

He smiled lazily against her lips. Though he felt anything but lazy. He felt like he could win a marathon. Or face a bull in the ring.

He felt like he could win a war with his bare hands.

"Hmmmm… you are delicious."

He lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were still closed and a dreamy expression was on her face. He liked it even better than the blush she'd worn when they first arrived. She didn't know it, but he had excellent night vision.

He lowered his head quickly before she could come to her senses. He didn’t want to give her time to think. Or wonder why a nice girl like her was kissing the head of the most notorious Motorcycle Club in the county.

Hell, the SOS were feared statewide.

He grinned and slid his tongue along the soft pink lips, urging her to open her mouth. When she finally did, he eased his tongue inside, twirling it against hers. She let out a startled gasp before settling down again and letting him work his magic on her.

It was clear she hadn't been kissed much. He smiled even wider into her mouth. Instead of turning him off it inflamed him more than he could have imagined. He liked her innocence. He liked it a lot.

Of course, he was the one who made it clear to all the young men in town that she was off limits. The older ones too. That was nearly two years ago, and clearly whatever experience she'd had at that point was halted in it's tracks.

Once he'd put his claim on her, no one had dared to approach her. He suspected they had barely looked at her in all that time. Safer that way than looking, and wanting… he was the one who'd had to watch her grow up and blossom.

He was the one who had to wait.

He pulled her closer, resting his hands firmly on her hips. He resisted the urge to squeeze her round bottom or slide his hand up to her breasts. If she was any of the other women he'd bedded over the years, they'd be naked already.

But he'd waited this long for Kaylie, and he could wait a bit longer. He wanted to ease her into this. Make her want him as much as he wanted her, if that was even possible.