Joy (Hell's Handlers MC 7)

She shifted, biting her plump lower lip. Viper groaned. Why the fuck did she have to be so sexy?

“That’s not it. It’s just…” She sighed. “There are two of you against a whole club out for your blood. I just want to be prepared if something goes wrong. If they get me, I want to have the knowledge of what good sex is. I want to know that it’s not just what they’ll do. I want to be able to remind myself what it’s like to lose my mind from pleasure.”

Shit. He was going to cave. “Cassie.”

She held up a hand, keeping her elbow tucked to hold the towel in place. “It’s not just that. I want you. You have to know how hot you are. I feel safe with you. Drawn to you. When you touched me—”

Fuck it. He wasn’t even anything nearing a goddamned saint. Cassie was an adult. She’d asked for it. Asked for him. Viper rose to his knees, grabbed a handful of her gorgeous wet hair and crushed her mouth to his.

CHAPTER FIVE

THIS WASN’T A kiss. Cassie had been kissed before. She’d even been kissed well. But this was an entirely different experience.

Viper owned her mouth. In the minutes he spent sliding his tongue against hers, nipping at her lips, and controlling her head, she lost awareness of anything but the man making her crave more. His taste flooded her mouth, hot, spicy, and more delicious than her favorite candy.

This wasn’t the first time Cassie had been aroused either. She’d felt desire, want, lust. But, holy crap, never to this extent. Her breasts literally ached. Her nipples were tight points of need. If she’d had more experience, maybe she’d have begged him to touch her, but as it was, she had no idea what she was doing. Between her legs, a dull ache formed making her aware of how empty she was. And how wet she was becoming. All she knew was that if he walked away from her now, she’d crumble.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he muttered against her lips. “Give me more.” He dove back in, tightening his fist in her hair as he plundered her mouth again.

Cassie couldn’t help it, she moaned shamelessly into his mouth and wrapped her arms around him. When her body came in flush contact with his, she pressed her chest into his, finding just a tiny bit of the pressure her nipples demanded. She moaned again, and it seemed to douse Viper with cold water.

“Shit,” he growled as he tore his mouth away.

She stood, eyes wide, holding up the towel, panting just as hard as he was. Her head spun.

“Jesus, Cassie. For the love of God, cover your tits.” Viper groaned, running a hand down his face.

With a quick glance at her chest, Cassie realized she was all but flashing him. After adjusting the towel, she peered up to find him staring at the ceiling. Uncertainty and embarrassment filled her. Had she misread the situation? Was he not as into her as she was him?

“Baby, I’m not first-time material,” he said, still gazing up.

Cassie frowned. “Why not?”

Finally, he gave her the gift of eye contact. “I have no idea how to make it all…” he waved a hand in her direction, “perfect for you.”

Her heart melted at the softly spoken words. So, it wasn’t that he didn’t want her. Quite the opposite. He was afraid he couldn’t give her what she needed to make her first time special. She hadn’t realized he could be so sweet.

Yet stupid.

“Do you know how to make me come?”

He chuckled, folding his arms across that firm chest. “Yeah, babe, that I can do.” He winked. “More than once.”

“Well, then, I think that’s a pretty good place to start, don’t you?” Somewhere, she found the courage to be bold and demand what she wanted. Actually, her words might have come from fear, not bravery. Fear that they’d be discovered, and she’d be sold off to some sicko who’d rape her, and make her his toy for the rest of her life. If that were to happen, at least she’d have the memories of this night. She’d have the knowledge that her first time was with a man of her choosing at the time of her choosing. And her choice was Viper.

Now.

She had no doubt it would be absolutely perfect.

So, she straightened her shoulders, swallowed her nerves, and dropped the towel as she stepped forward.

Viper’s eyes widened, gaze immediately going to her breasts. “Cassie,” he said on a groan. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

She rested her hands on his chest. Damn, the man was hard everywhere. “I’m willing to risk it. Seems to me like the prize might be worth it.”

“I’m too rough, baby.” He whispered the words.

She spoke just as low. “I think I’ve proven over the past few days that I’m not a china doll. Takes a lot to shatter me. Give it your best shot.”