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“Never realized how hot honesty could be.” And then her mouth is on mine, hot and sweet, fiery and almost out of control as if she can’t get enough of me. There’s no hesitation in Gia’s kiss, not even a hint that this isn’t exactly what she wants to be doing.
Our tongues and teeth clash, her hands roam the width and length of my back, and my hands tighten on her hips before looping around her waist and down to her ass. It’s tight and round, absolutely fucking perfect.
The kiss goes on and on, and I know if I don’t pull back now, if I don’t stop this before it goes further, I’ll have her naked in my bed in the next few seconds.
Gia pulls back with heavy-lidded eyes and a satisfied smile. “What’s it gonna be, Preacher Man? You gonna turn me down again, or will you give us what we both want right now?”
I want to tell her we should wait, but I don’t. I grip her ass and pick her up, enjoying how her legs easily wrap around me as I walk out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom.
“I thought you said we should wait,” Gia teases.
“I changed my mind,” I reply, kissing her neck. “I want you now.”
Chapter Seventeen
Gia
Fuck me. Has any man ever kissed me so deeply? So soundly? The answer comes swiftly as I cup Preacher’s face and suck his tongue. Hell no.
The man’s mouth is pure fucking magic, and every pass of his tongue and every little nibble of my lips makes my nipples hard and floods my panties.
This is it. This shit is fucking happening.
My body fuses to Preacher’s as if this is how it’s meant to be, how it was always meant to be, which is fairytale fucking thinking on my part, but there’s something about this man. His big body and quiet strength covers something intense about him. Something lethal.
I grind my hips against him as he kicks the bedroom door closed and locks us up in this bubble. The need for oxygen wins out against my need to never stop kissing his full lips, and I pull back, smiling and gasping.
Breathless and completely and totally enthralled by the big biker. “Preacher,” I pant and lick my lips.
“Gia,” he growls, and his big hands grab and knead my ass like he thinks it’s the most perfect ass on the planet and not even a little squishy.
“I want this, Preach. I want you.” It’s not exactly a secret, but the heat in his eyes and the thick rod pressing between my thighs tells me that he’s ready—fucking finally—to give into the heat and chaos and fire swirling around us.
He lets out an incoherent grunt and tosses me on the big, plush bed, and I bounce. A laugh tries to escape, but I’m so fucking turned on that it comes out more like a whimper or an aroused sigh.
I don’t know what it is, but that one sound steals my option of playing this light and easy. Oh, I know this isn’t forever, but instead of a playful fuck, this is shaping up to be intense. Hot and raw.
Hopefully, a little bit rough.
Preacher puts one knee on the bed and then the other, his gaze so hot my clothes go up in flames, and I’m in nothing but a pair of panties with him still wearing everything, and dammit, the sight of it makes me hotter.
“Gia,” he growls and lays his big body over mine, kissing the skin at my waist and making his way up. Slowly. Big, calloused hands cup my tits, and he sucks them properly, not all soft and gentle with teasing flicks of his tongue, no. Preacher grips me tight and sucks me hard enough that my hips buck off the bed. Nibbling the meaty flesh of my tits before he bites down on nipples so hard they could cut glass.
“Oh fuck!” My hips buck up again right against his denim-covered hard-on, and I moan with need. “Please,” I beg because all I want now is that big cock inside of me, thrusting hard and deep until I can’t breathe. “Please,” I whimper again when he switches to the other breast, giving it the same rough and sexy treatment.
Preacher pulls back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Begging so soon?” He lets out a deep chuckle and licks a trail of heat from the soft skin between my tits up to my collarbone and throat before his lips settle on mine again. The kiss is hard and raw, not romantic or sweet. It’s pure fucking fire, and the resulting lava pours from my body.
My body feels too much at once, and the sounds coming from my mouth are incoherent. They would be damned fucking embarrassing if it didn’t all feel so good.
Before I can catch my breath, he tears his lips from mine and bites one earlobe until I cry out. Then he drags wet kisses all the way down my body until his wide shoulders spread my thighs so far apart I feel totally exposed.
And I like it.
He inhales deeply. “I love the smell of a hot, wet pussy.”
His smile makes my pussy pulse so quickly I think I might come.
