I’d forgotten how addictive her kisses are. My dick’s so hard it hurts, and it’s no good, I have to pull back. She pants into my face, her lips all swollen and pink, and for a moment I’m tempted to fuck her mouth again, just because.
“Hey,” she gasps. “Don’t like to point fingers, but this is the missionary position.”
“You don’t wanna know what I just thought, then.”
She flexes her fingers. “Are you going to let me go?”
“Haven’t made up my mind. Are you going to be good if I do?”
I don’t know how such a sweet smile can also be so dirty. “No. I think I might be really bad.”
Chapter Ten
Gage
That’s a challenge I can’t resist. I release her wrists, and before she can do anything, I pull her long-sleeved T-shirt over her head and along her arms then toss it onto the floor. She has a sprinkling of freckles across her shoulders and chest, and I have the weird urge to kiss every one.
“Your turn.” Her voice is husky as she tugs at my cut. I don’t usually like girls doing that, but none of my usual rules seem to mean anything when I’m with Amelia.
She drops it onto the floor next to us, and I don’t stop to toss it onto the nearest chair. I rip my shirt off, and she sighs as she brushes her fingertips over my ink.
“Love your tats.”
All chicks love my ink, but for the first time I get this warm glow in my chest at the compliment. “Wait till you see the rest.”
She laughs and eyes my bicep. “Awesome eagle. That must’ve hurt like hell.”
I scoff. “I’m a Bastard. I don’t feel pain.”
She’s still smiling as she traces my bald eagle. “Yeah, right. I forgot. What does it signify?”
It’s cool she knows the ink isn’t just for show but means something, like my patches.But how does she know?I forget the question even as it forms, because who the hell cares. “It’s a family tradition. Got one when I made prospect, same as my brother.”
“Family tradition?” She frowns as though she doesn’t get it.
I undo the metal buttons on her denim skirt. “My granddad started it when he formed the Bastards, and my dad carried it on.”
She tenses, and I pause midway down her skirt. Only three more buttons and I’ll finally get to see her pussy, but I want her begging me for it, not having second thoughts. “You okay?”
“Um, yeah.” She fists her hand against my bicep and doesn’t meet my eyes. “Sorry.”
I’ve no idea what she’s talking about. “It’s fine. We’ve got all night.”
She gives a jerky nod. “I guess…it’s a nice tradition.”
It takes me a couple of seconds to figure out what she means. Now who’s deflecting? I don’t say it, though. I know she wants me, but something’s holding her back.
I only date nice guys.It clangs through my head. I might as well face it.
I want Amelia Davis to dateme.
I’ve never had to coax a girl to sleep with me. Hell, I’ve never taken so long getting a chick naked once we were both down for it. She’s not pushing me away or grabbing my hand, but I don’t want her all tensed up because of some mind-fuckery she’s dealing with that I have no idea how to handle.
All I want to do is rip off my jeans and sink into her, but I mentally grit my teeth and plant my fists on the floor beside her elbows. She’s biting her bottom lip and has this tragic look on her face, but I’m not about to ask her what’s up. I don’t want to know. I just want to make her forget whatever it is, until the only thing she can think about is me.
I trail hot kisses along her stomach, and she shudders as I reach the open waist of her skirt. I nudge a little lower, and she digs her fingers through my hair, keeping me where she wants me.
It’d be easy to go down on her right now, but there’s still an edginess about her that’s not right. I retrace my path using my tongue and my fingers, and she arches her back and lets out a soft little sigh.
