Jack (The Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee 1)

“This isn’t because I’m afraid of what I saw or what you did. It’s because I’m standing in front of the man I want so badly, and my body is aching for him to touch—”

With a growl, he yanks me to him and claims my mouth. Rough fingers find my jaw as his tongue sweeps in, strong and smooth, and his lips take ownership of mine. Then he pulls away, his chest heaving, his lips wet as he searches my face, but he doesn’t search long. He grabs me hard and slams his mouth back to mine.

The dam breaks in both of us.

He kisses me fiercely.

On my mouth.

Down my neck.

Up my throat.

Back to my hungry mouth.

Temptation ignites into desire as I drag my fingers through his hair and break off the kiss to look at him. “I don’t care how many people you’ve fucked in this room. Or what you did tonight or any other night. I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes are stormy. His lips wet with my kiss. Desire now rampant on his face.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Both his hands cup my throat as his intense eyes study my face. “Because I’m not playing, little girl. Once we do this, you’ll be fucking mine.”

I slam my lips to his and kiss him, hard and deep. It’s a kiss that tells him I am surer about this than anything in the entire fucking world.

I want to put his fears to bed.

Fuck, I want to set them on fire.

I’m all his.

My moan falls between us, and it’s desperate and needy because I want him inside me, and I don’t want to waste any more time.

He uses his size to move me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. Despite his injury, he hoists me up in his arms and pins me there, his kiss searing as he works us both into a frenzy. I’m so lost in him I want to drown in the sensation of everything he’s doing.

With a groan that tells me he can’t wait any longer, he turns us around and walks us to the bed, where he drops me to my feet. Jack’s eyes burn with lust as he rips open my shirt and discards it to the floor, the heat in his expression blazing higher when he sees my generous boobs. He grabs one and grazes his teeth across a taut pink nipple, sending lust sizzling straight to my clit before turning his attention to the other. He turns my bones to liquid as he sucks, licks, and squeezes. I gasp. I want him inside me so bad.

Dropping to his knees, he trails his tongue down my naked torso and pulls my skirt down as he goes. Left in nothing but my panties, he rips them off too and quickly buries his face between my thighs.

Without warning, he pushes me back onto the bed.

Exhilaration spins through me.

Everything about us is about to change.

Jack pulls his belt through the loops of his jeans, releases his zipper, and lifts his shirt over his head. His torso is thick with muscle, the deep gutters of his abs flexing as he moves, his big body looming over me.

My gaze shifts to the gauze dressing on his chest. It’s a reminder of how injured he is. But the look on his face tells me he is feeling nothing but the primal lust burning in his blue eyes.

Next to go are his jeans. He’s wearing tight trunks, and the rigid outline of his erection is thick and long, and the beat between my legs becomes almost unbearable.

Our eyes lock as he loses his briefs.

I swallow thickly, my gaze drifting down his muscular stomach to look at his cock for the very first time. Just as I’ve fantasized, it’s deliciously big and wide, a thick column of flesh with a plush shiny head. He wraps a big hand around the base and gives it a slow, leisurely tug.

Hungrily, I watch him from amongst the pillows, greedily absorbing the image, and a secret thrill quickens inside me.

Still stroking himself, he climbs onto the bed and comes toward me. “There’s only one woman I’ve been inside unprotected, and that is the mother of my children.” His eyes grow heavy. “And I haven’t been with her in more than six years.”

I’ve never taken the risk.

“I’ve only ever used them,” I say, but it’s more of a whisper because the way he’s stroking himself is getting me even more hot and bothered. Lust throbs between my legs, making me wet and antsy, so much so I can barely breathe.

“Then we should,” he says. “In the top drawer of the—”

“No,” I say, reaching for him. “I want to feel all of you. I don’t want anything between us.”

His dark eyes find mine, heavy-lidded and full of heat. What he wants to do to me is written all over his lust-ravaged face.