It’s torture not to ride her hard, nail her to the bed and hear her scream my name in mindless need. And sure, I’m going to do all that and more, but not tonight. Not when this is all so new for her. I screw my eyes shut, try to slow down, but the pressure’s building like an out of control volcano.
A hoarse laugh flays my throat at the image, but does nothing to halt the inevitable. I wanted to make this last, savor it—hell, I wanted to keep going all fucking night.
Tonight’s not that night. I grip her hips and slowly push into her, not all the way—hell, nowhere near—but enough. More than enough. And when she gasps my name, the whole damn world explodes.
Chapter Fifteen
Gage
It’s not even six yet, and much as I want to spend the rest of the day in bed with Amelia, Hawk will be here soon to pick up the keys to the club’s truck. She’s still asleep as I ease my arm from beneath her head so I don’t wake her, and with her hair all ruffled and just the top of her naked shoulder showing above the sheet, I have the crazy notion to wrap myself around her again.
She might be tiny and look fragile but damn, this woman can take everything I give. My dick, already at half-mast, throbs with renewed need as visions of taking her last night flood through me.
I grit my teeth and edge off the bed before I lose my mind and sink into her gorgeous body again. Despite the discomfort of my early morning hard-on, there’s a weird kind of peace deep in my chest, and I don’t need to be a shrink to work out the reason why.
She’s lying there in my bed.
I grin and shake my head, still unable to drag my gaze from her as she sighs and snuggles further under the sheet. While I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve left chicks in bed while they’ve been asleep, it’s never beenmybed, and I sure as hell have never been reluctant.
Would she move in if I asked her to?
The question hangs in my brain, and I frown as I pull on my jeans. Shouldn’t I be freaking the shit out at the thought of asking a chick to move in with me? Except I’m not. It feels right. Hell, maybe it’s the incentive I need to finally get around to fixing up the shitty kitchen.
Pussy-whipped. Kat’s mocking voice echoes through my mind, and this time I don’t shrug it off. I don’t care. If being with Amelia is beingpussy-whipped,then sign me the fuck up.
The laughter’s still locked in my throat as I make my way out of the room and quietly shut the door behind me.
I dig into my pocket for my keys and pull out the card she gave me last night.Amy Crane. She’ll never be an Amy to me. I grab my cell and swipe the barcode on the back of her card, and her website appears. Fuck, that’s professional. I go into the kitchen and scroll down the page. Seems like she’s writing a series about shape shifters. Hot shifters that, according to the blurbs, have a lot of dirty sex.
Hooked, I click on one of her buy links. There are like eighty reviews for the book, and I skim through them, a mix of awe and disbelief curling through my chest.
I wasn’t sure what I thought when she told me she was a writer, but seeing it all on the internet like this kind of makes it real. Even though I’d much rather watch a movie than read a book, I one-click and buy it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so guilty about doing something in my life.
My cell rings, a reminder from Hawk, and I curse. There’s no time for coffee now, and he’s already at the gate by the time I get downstairs.
“Your girl okay?” Hawk glances at me.
“Yeah, she’s fine.” I toss the keys at him. “The Wolves gonna sort Abbott?”
“They didn’t say much. Said they wanted to talk to Ty face-to-face.”
“Huh.” I guess it makes sense. Abbott was in Ty’s club, and Ty’s our VP.
I walk with him to where his bike’s parked out front. “Have fun.” I grin when he gives me the finger. He’s helping his cousin set up her new business today, and needs the truck to move her shit.
Amelia’s still asleep, curled up on her side, when I go back upstairs, but there’s enough light now to see the sprinkle of freckles across her nose, and man, they are such a turn-on. I grin and crawl up the bed, trapping her between my knees and fists, and drop a possessive kiss on her bare shoulder.
She stirs, wriggling her body, but doesn’t open her eyes. I nuzzle her behind her ear and then gently suck on her earlobe, pulling the three silver hoops into my mouth. She makes a little humming sound, and it vibrates straight to my dick.
“Morning, baby.” I inch the sheet over her tits, and her nipples are perky and irresistible.
“What’s the time?” Her eyes are screwed shut against the light, and there’s a cute frown on her face.
“Time for another fuck with my favorite girl.”
Finally, she looks at me, a sexy smile replacing the frown. She’s all sleepy and soft andmine. “So long as you don’t want it up my ass again.”
“I wouldn’t say no.” My dick strains against my zipper at the thought. “You said you liked it.”
