Thumper (Cerberus MC)

He stands from the bed, and I stand my ground. I’m not afraid of him. If anything, I’m scared of how my body and mind react to him.

“I don’t get pleasure from a woman crying out in pain. I prefer soft moans and gasps of pleasure.”

“Really?” My mind is getting whiplash from going zero to sixty before slamming on the brakes and making a U-turn in the opposite direction.

“Really.” He draws even closer, his hands going to my hips.

All arguments fall from my tongue as he lifts my chin to look into his dark eyes.

“I’m not going to kink shame anyone. Safe, sane, and consensual is how it should always be, but the only pain I’m into is that little nibble on the inside of a silky thigh, or maybe a teasing bite to a perky nipple.”

“Nibbling?” I ask, my throat suddenly dry.

He nods. “You want me to show you?”

Chapter 36

Thumper

Her eyes flutter closed as her head jerks up and down.

“Like this,” I whisper, my lips against her neck.

I lick at her skin for a second before baring my teeth and nipping the delicate flesh there. She moans, the throaty grumble going straight to my already erect cock. Her knees threaten to give out, but I don’t move her to the bed. I don’t know if she wants it to go that far.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“What about this?” I take her earlobe between my teeth and tug. “Where do you feel that?”

“Everywhere.”

“Between your legs?”

“Yes.” Her fingers dig into my skin, and although my chest is cloth free, I wish we were both stripped to the skin and every inch of our bodies touching.

I continue down the column of her neck, taking tiny tastes of her skin before tugging at the neckline of her shirt and moving it out of the way so I can gain access to her collarbone. I want to lick a line all the way down to the apex of her thighs and stroke my tongue there, but her mouth is just as inviting.

She pulls me closer when I press my lips to hers, our tongues coming together like we’ve been doing this for years. Electricity sparks around us, the charge in the air lifting all the hairs on my body.

“God, I want you naked, Cara.”

“I want that, too.”

I take half of a step back, putting some distance between our mouths and it’s the hardest thing I’ve done, especially with the way her eyes stay glued to my lips like she’s dying to kiss me again.

“Are you sure it’s what you want?” She nods, her tongue caressing the lower curve of her mouth. “I need you to be sure, baby. If there’s even a hint of doubt… I don’t want something like regret coming between us.”

Her eyes dart away, and although my cock cries out in disappointment, I fully understand why she wouldn’t want to take that step with me. I’ve been the cause of too many bad things.

“It’s fine if you don’t,” I say as I watch her throat work on a swallow.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just—”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I’m not really a casual sex kind of girl.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. “I’m not a casual sex kind of guy, but even if I were, this isn’t casual.”

“No?”

I shake my head, loving the way her bright blue eyes sparkle with my confession.

“I want you. I’d say need but I don’t want to appear desperate, but the truth is I am. I’m desperate for your touch. Desperate for the warmth of your body against mine at night. Desperate to hear your voice and be the one to make you smile. I’ve never wanted something less casual in my life.”

She gives me a smile, her fingers teasing the hair on my chest in such a way it makes me want to scoop her up and never pull my body from hers again.

“This isn’t a just for now either, Cara. I need you to know that.”

“Really?” She blinks up at me, her cheeks flushing.

“Really.”

“Okay.” Her teeth scrape over her bottom lip again. “So, can we have sex now?”

A laugh bubbles out of my throat. “I want nothing more than to strip you naked, pick you up, and carry you to that bed, but I think we’d both end up on the floor if I tried.”

“Probably,” she says, her voice breathy as she reaches for the waistband of my jeans.

It was no small feat getting the damned things on, but I don’t think I’m going to have to worry about taking them off alone as she unsnaps the button and drags down the zipper. I kick my slides off my feet and wiggle as much as I can as she begins to lower the denim down my legs.

“Commando?” she whispers, a hint of awe in her voice that makes me want to stand up straighter.