Ice (Regulators MC 1)

“Tell me again how you aren’t with me,” I state before capturing her mouth with my own again.

She kisses me back as fiercely as I am ravaging her mouth, and wild abandon takes over. My hands go down to her thighs, gripping them in an unforgiving hold. Effortlessly, I scoop her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walk us over to her bed. I lay her back then break our kiss to drop my mouth to her neck. Nipping, sucking, I refuse to hold back as I consume her, leaving my mark on her creamy skin wherever I can so the world will see my ownership of her.

She paws at my shirt, tugging it up before I pull away to finish taking it off and throw it to the side. As I lie back over her, she freezes, making me pause.

Has she changed her mind? Her body tells me one thing, though now I am afraid that mind of hers that never seems to stop going in ridiculous circles is convincing her this is a bad idea. Damn, I hope not.

“Morgan?”

“Umm … Ice—”

“No,” I command her in a rough voice. “In bed, I’m Brett to you. When you call out my name, it will be my real name you scream.”

Her mouth forms a little ‘O’ before she again is biting that bottom lip of hers, driving me nuts with the urge to lean down and do the same.

“I need to tell you something, Brett.”

“You really wanna talk right now?” I ask, wondering how we went from really hot to a fucking conversation so quickly. There is an innocence that washes over her features, and it dawns on me.

She murmurs, “Umm …”

“You’ve never done this before,” I state, watching her reaction intently.

When her nails dig into my arms as she slowly nods her head, the breath I had not realized I was holding rushes out of my body, and I drop my head to her chest. Trying to calm my body, I lie there as still as a statue. For the first time since I became a man, I am unsure how to proceed. I don’t want to rush her, but Goddamn, I want her so badly I can fucking taste it.

Her hands slide up my body to my head. Running her fingers through my hair, she tugs my head up, resting her hands on either side of my face to make sure she gets my attention.

“I want this. I want this with you. I’m nervous, and you will … umm … have to … ermm … teach me,” she whispers nervously. “That is, if you still want to. I’ve read some men are turned off by…” she begins to ramble in the cute way that is all Morgan Ann Powell.

Rocking my still hard dick against her, I state the obvious, “Sweetheart, does that feel turned off to you?”

She smiles up at me as she shakes her head in answer.

“You sure about this?” I ask, needing to know she isn’t feeling pressured. “I’m not good at gentle. I’ll do my best not to fuck you through the mattress, though.”

Without a word, she pulls me down to kiss her.

I wasn’t lying to her when I said I don’t do gentle, but for her, I will do my best for as long as I can manage it.

Running my large hands down her body, I slip them under the hem of her shirt and slowly pull it up, placing kisses on each inch of skin I reveal. When I uncover her pink, lacy bra, it is hard not to come in my jeans. Her lingerie is sweet and innocent, just like her.

Now that innocence will always be mine.

I push her shirt up under her chin then hook a finger over the top of the delicate lace covering her right breast and pull it down until her nipple pops out. The little bud is dusky pink, hard, and ready for me. I lean down and nibble on it, enjoying Morgan’s gasp of surprise.

Anxious to hear more of her sexy sounds, I suck the nipple into my mouth and lash my tongue over it. Her back bows up under me, and I brace myself with a hand on either side of her body.

Pulling away, I look at her glazed expression. “I wonder if you could come from my mouth on those luscious, little nipples.” Pulling her shirt over her head and unsnapping her bra, I continue, “I don’t have the patience to find out now, but you can bet your sweet ass I’ll find out later.”

I give her a fast, hard kiss before I use my tongue to lick down her neck, between her breasts, down her abdomen, and around her belly button. Then I look up her body to her face and watch her gaze at me as I unbutton and unzip her jeans before peeling them down her legs with her panties. I want her naked and bare, writhing beneath me as I cover her with my body. She is making me crazy already, and I have not even tasted her where I really want to.