Breathless, Shell said, “Maybe you need to grab a dictionary and look up the definition of anything. Stop asking me and just take it.”
“Careful what you wish for,” he whispered before capturing her earlobe between his teeth. He tugged then moved onto her neck, sucking at the taut skin until she squirmed in his hold. He made love to her neck with his mouth until her hands landed on his waist, curling her short nails into his skin. The prick of pain only spurred him on more as the pressure of his suction increased.
Shell moaned. Body on fire, her breasts felt heavy and full, nipples longing for Copper’s attention. Between her spread legs, her pussy ached to be filled by him. But his attention stayed at her neck and jaw, too far above the collarbone for her needs.
“Copper,” she pleaded, aware and unashamed of the whine.
He chuckled, then one large hand drifted down her spine, leaving a trail of tingling goosebumps in its wake. Continuing lower, he dipped his fingers between the globes of her ass to the place only he’d explored.
“Anything?” he asked.
“Copper,” she said trying to convey with her eyes that four-letter word she refused to admit because it would only end in heartbreak, “I am here, in this room, to give you anything you need from me. Let me be what you need. Let me be your woman.”
At least until her truth came out, and he couldn’t bear to look her in the eye any longer. The pain of that would be beyond excruciating, but at least she’d have these moments of perfection to look back on. Hopefully, they’d carry her through the dark and lonely days to come.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LET ME BE your woman.
Those words, that plea reached deep inside Copper and stroked his soul, dousing enough of the day’s anger for him to take a mental step back and appreciate what he had spread out before him.
One hand gripped her sleek thigh while the other hovered millimeters from her untried asshole. Legs spread impossibly wide to accommodate his bulk, Shell stared at him without a single wall around her delicate heart. Those gorgeous blue eyes reflected every thought, every emotion she was experiencing. Trust, desire, and maybe even love shone back at him.
Love? Was he headed there? He’d never so much as given it a thought. Love wasn’t something he’d witnessed, let alone experienced much in his life. Only in recent times, since the men in his club started dropping like flies, had he even contemplated the idea. And he wasn’t yet sure it was a comfortable fit.
They weren’t there yet. Weren’t ready to speak those words. Shell might trust him with her body, but there were events in Shell’s past she still didn’t trust to voice. Namely the circumstance surrounding her pregnancy. Until she was able to release those secrets to him, he couldn’t call it love.
But it was damn close.
Let me be your woman.
And she could be, if he gave himself over to her. This tiny woman had the internal might of a hundred warriors. She was just what a man needed to balance the often-harsh role of motorcycle club president with the rest of life. When he laid his head on the pillow and whispered into the quiet night, Shell would be there to lend her strength and soothe him. She wouldn’t judge the acts he’d done and would continue to do to keep his club and men safe. And when he put a voice to his fears and doubts, she’d bolster him with her love.
“My queen,” he whispered.
“What?”
“I’ll let you be my queen.” Gently, he ran a fingertip through her saturated folds. “Anyone with one of these is a woman. Takes a helluva lot more to be a queen. You’ve always been exactly what I needed, baby. You’re my queen.”
Shell’s breath hitched, and she reached up, grabbing the bottom of his beard. One firm tug, and her mouth met his. Hungry, demanding, full of fire and passion.
He kissed her until they were both breathless; until the room spun and his need for oxygen almost outweighed his need for his woman…his queen.
Shell’s tits smashed into his chest as her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. The hardened tips of her nipples prodded his heated skin. Her soft belly cushioned his hard-as-hell cock. She didn’t seem to notice or care precum was leaking from the tip and dripping down her stomach. Hell, knowing Shell, maybe she did notice and fucking loved it. He wanted to be everywhere at once, her mouth, her tits, her pussy, even her ass, but at some point, he had to choose where to concentrate his efforts.
He slid one hand from her ass to her lower back, then brought the other one between her legs, coating his fingers in the slippery arousal. Shell moaned. When he took the pleasure and his hand away, she cried, “What? No!”.