Falling For Crazy (Moroad Motorcycle Club) by Debra Kayn Page B

bed. The second she moved, he moved with her and put his hands on her waist.
    "Too many clothes," he mumbled.
    He slid his hands underneath her tank, along her sides. She gasped when he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, kissing a titillating trail from her mouth to her chin and along her jaw.
    His tongue flicked her earlobe. She shivered, rolling with the arousal he created.
    He lifted his head and caught her gaze. "Hey, it'll be good."
    "Yeah," she answered, wanting that to be true.
    She sucked in air, lifting her arms as he removed her shirt. Her legs shook, threatening to fail her.
    His gaze dropped to her breasts. Goosebumps broke out along her arms, and her nipples peaked. He brought his hands back to her waist. His thumbs hooked her jeans and panties pushing them down as his gaze heated a path from her stomach, her pussy, her legs, and back up to her sex.
    She needed him to touch her before she made the foolish mistake of her life and stopped him. The intensity of him stripping her almost undid her.
    She couldn't think straight. She wanted him to slow down. She wanted him to speed up. She wanted him to continue giving her the pleasure she was experiencing.
    She held on to his arms, unsteady and unsettled. The last time she had sex, she'd been twenty-four years old. Years ago.
    Afraid she'd chicken out with Jacko, she fumbled with his belt and pulled the leather from the loop before she could change her mind. She tugged him forward as she stepped out of her jeans and panties. Her breath came heavy in her rush, shocking her at how desperate she sounded.
    He stepped back. Empty-handed, she curled her fingers into her palms and watched him.
    In a brusque move, he ripped off his vest, his shirt, and pushed his jeans over his hips and down his muscular thighs. She kneeled at his feet working on the laces of his boots, taking her eyes off his hard cock pointed in her direction.
    She'd never been with a man of his size before. He intimidated her and excited her. What if she wasn't up to taking him?
    She caught her lip between her teeth and glanced up for another look. His hardness pulsed, dripping pre-cum, and in return wetness flooded her sex. She wanted to worship at his feet, promise him the freedom to trespass her body with his hands, his mouth, his cock.
    Her inexperience only heightened her response to him. She was so into him; she almost missed the tilt of his mouth as he cocked his head to the side and watched her.
    He hooked his hands under her armpits dragging her to her feet. In a wild move, she kissed his stomach on her way up eliciting a groan from Jacko. His obvious pleasure encouraged her.
    She dragged her lips along the diamond shape hair on his chest. The hard muscles underneath her mouth were too perfect to ignore. She always desired a man with a broad chest and shoulders, wanting to lay her head within the safety of his arms.
    Jacko groaned, taking her to the bed. She landed softly on her back with him strategically positioned atop her and between her thighs, his face above hers.
    He reached above and to the left, opening the nightstand drawer. A condom appeared in front of her. He ripped the package with his teeth.
    "How...?"
    He stilled. "I put a handful of them in there when you took a shower the day after I woke up using your tits as a pillow. If anything had happened, I'd be the one taking care of you."
    "Oh." She absorbed his reason and decided she liked how he took responsibility for her.
    Jacko rolled to his side, put the condom on, and rolled back between her legs. Between the hunger blazing in his eyes and her legs trembling around his hips, she tightened her hold on his upper arms.
    A moment of panic tickled her chest. There was no turning back. Their friendship or whatever he called it would forever change.
    "Stop," he ordered.
    "What?"
    "Thinking," he said.
    She nodded.
    He kissed her. She latched on to his tongue, sucking, holding him close, needing the connection.
    He rubbed her