Luck Of The Devil (Devil's Riders 6)

I gripped her wrists together, holding them high above her head with one hand. Then I shifted down her body, kissing her neck, her pretty little ears, her collarbone. I didn’t want to move too fast, no matter how my body urged me to.

Hell, if my cock had its way, it would have been inside her as much as humanly possible since the day we met. I didn’t want her to think I was crazy, so I wasn’t about to tell her that. But I was crazy for her. I finally understood all the stupid expressions they had about love. I finally understood the crazy, stupid love songs.

I kept kissing her as I deftly unbuttoned her shirt and spread it open. I couldn’t wait to feel her incredible skin against my chest for the first time. I leaned back to tear my shirt off, staring down at her.

“Angel…”

We came together with an audible explosion of pleasure. Our tongues tangled frantically as I ground myself into her. I couldn’t fucking help it.

“Ah!” she cried out, and it was the sexiest thing I’d heard in my life. I kissed my way down her body, knowing I had to stop humping her or we would both get carried away. I slid my fingers under the waist band of her jeans.

“I’m going to take these off now.” She looked at me, and nodded. But I could tell she was worried. “I will keep my promise to you.”

She exhaled and I almost cried at the look of relief on her beautiful face.

“You promise? Even if I…”

“Even if you don’t want to keep the promise?”

She nodded.

“I’m weak. I’m afraid I will forget…”

“I won’t.”

At her nod, I slowly pulled down her jeans, letting my fingertips slide over her silky skin. Lying there in her bra and panties, she was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. She was perfect. All smooth lines and soft curves. Feminine and sweet and mine.

“You are so beautiful, Angel…”

I pulled her into my arms again for a kiss to soothe her worries. My fingers got busy, exploring her gorgeous body with light touches intended to tease. I wanted her squirming before I even laid a hand on her sweet pussy.

I wanted her to be as desperate for me as I was for her.

It didn’t take long. My Angel was so responsive. Her arousal wasn’t fake. Everything about her was so natural. There was nothing exaggerated or deliberate.

She just was.

And she was mine.

I lay at her side with one leg flung over her thighs. That way, I could control the action, and I had access to every inch of her. I groaned at the sheer perfection of her body. I didn’t know someone could look like that. She looked like a swimsuit model, minus the airbrushing and spray tan. My Angel didn’t need any artificial enhancement. I kissed a freckle on her shoulder and smiled.

Even her Goddamn freckles were ridiculously sexy to me. I was a lost cause and I knew it. God help me if I found a mole.

I knew I was going to be riding the edge between pain and arousal all night. Every single night until she was my wife. It didn’t change a thing for me. I would do anything to be this close to her, even suffer through a case of permanent blue balls.

My fingers slid down her soft belly to the edge of her panties. Her breathing quickened and her hips rocked as I touched her there for the first time. I flattened my hand over her mound, pressing and circling my palm.

“Hmmm…”

The soft, sexy noises she was making were music to my ears. I’d never heard anything so arousing. She sounded needy and frustrated, which made my heart sing. My Angel felt the way I did. She might not love me the way I loved her yet. But she would. I’d make sure of it.

I kissed her nipple through her bra and looked down at her hungrily. I toyed with her bra strap and stroked her pussy with the back of my hand.

“Can I take this off?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Yes. Please.”

“Hmm… which one?”

“Oh,” she said breathlessly. “Both?”

I flashed her a cocky grin.

“I was hoping you would say that. Arch your back.”

I reached underneath her narrow back and unhooked her bra. I slid it off her shoulders and moaned at the sight of her. Her breasts were perfect mounds tipped with rosy nipples that begged for my hands and mouth to worship them. I cupped one and it overfilled my palm. I lowered my head to taste her.

I nursed her nipples one by one, not wanting to stop, not able to wrap my mind around how good she looked, tasted and felt. I wanted to see and touch everything. I could have worshipped her perfect breasts like that for hours. Her sweet moans of pleasure filled my ears. Finally, I lifted my head and slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties. Slowly, I dragged them down over her flawless legs.