Claimed By The Devil (Devil's Riders 8)

“It’s fine. They’re on the stone,” I said. I’d already thought through everything. Whiskey had thoughtfully cleaned and shut down the grill before he and Becks took off. Sally and Donnie had helped clean up most of the food and drink cups. A few things were still out, but unless it rained, nothing would get ruined.

Not that I gave a good goddamn if it did. I had bigger fish to fry. Namely, I needed to get Melissa out of her clothes and spread eagle on that big queen bed.

“Up you go,” I said, practically shoving her up and into the camper. Her shoulders were shaking, I realized, as I locked the door and turned to see her.

“Shit, are you all right?” I asked, suddenly worried I had upset her. She turned to look at me and I felt immediate relief along with a fair bit of annoyance.

My woman was laughing at me.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are,” she said, sliding her arms around my neck. “You’re in such a hurry.”

“Well, I’ve been waiting all day,” I grumbled.

“So have I,” she whispered, all trace of laughter gone. I grunted and put my hands on her hips, guiding her to press against my turgid hard-on. She felt so good against me. But I wanted more.

After watching her all day, being near her, wanting her, I was ready to fucking explode.

“Fuck, Melissa,” I growled. “How do you do this to me?”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was in a dream. I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it for the second time ever. Only now, things were different. We were engaged. We were getting married. Very, very soon, if I had anything to say about it.

“How do I get this off?” I demanded, tugging at her pretty pink dress. She sat up and undid a hidden zipper in the side. I was gratified to see she wasn’t wearing a bra as she lifted the dress over her head and carefully set it aside. I took it and draped it over the cabinets that lined one wall. I knew it was her mother’s dress and wanted to keep it safe.

Things were about to get messy.

“Goddamn, you look good enough to eat,” I said, gripping her panties and dragging them down her thighs. I started drooling at the sight of her delicious pink pussy. I grabbed her ankles and spread her gorgeous legs, crawling eagerly in between them.

“Hmm,” I said as I started to taste her, my hands each scooping an ass cheek to position her just right. My instinct should have been to go fast, to get her ready for the main event. But I wanted to savor her. To take my time. We were finally alone and finally in a big bed for the first time ever since that night we spent in the loft.

This was what I had been waiting for. As heavy as my balls felt, I wasn’t going to rush it. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to make her beg me to hurry. She would beg me.

I just wasn’t going to give in.

Her hands snaked into my hair after a few minutes. Her breathing started to quicken. Her hips rocked gently in my hands. That’s when I knew I had her.

“Hmm, what do you want, Meli?” I asked, leaning up to blow on her.

“I want . . . ohh, Nick, don’t tease me!”

My girl was shy. It was going to take her a while to get used to asking for what she wanted. But it was my responsibility to teach her.

“Do you want this?” I asked, running the tip of my tongue over her quivering pussy.

“Yes . . .” She sighed in frustrated pleasure. I stopped immediately.

“Or this?” I teased as I rubbed her sensitive little clit with my thumb. She made a garbled sound and I grinned. I leaned down again and worked on her a bit more. Not too fast, though. I didn’t want her to finish yet.

“Tell me,” I said, leaning back so I could watch her face. My fingers trailed up and down her thighs. She opened her beautiful eyes and stared at me. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to . . .”

“Yes, sweetheart? You can tell me. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathed. It sent a jolt right to my gut. I hissed in actual physical pain. I wanted—no, I needed—to be inside her. Right now.

I groaned and gave in. I bent back down to work her with my tongue as my hands busied themselves getting my jeans off. I fucking hated my jeans in that moment. I wanted my cock free and buried in paradise. I wanted in.

I rolled away to kick my clothing away, then I was back, kissing my way up her body until our centers met. I angled my cock toward her opening. All I had to do was twist my hips and I was inside her, sliding home to heaven.