to the point. Which seemed to cause the hand that'd been sitting just behind my ass to move up and stroke my back. Creating a reaction that shimmered both within and without.
"Are you open to changing that, pretty girl?" he asked, his voice almost but not quite a whisper.
"With you, yeah." As soon as the words were out, I felt the heat in my face at my frankness just as his hand went beneath my hair captured my neck. His touch was softer than grip but tighter than a caress, just enough to let me know it was there.
He was weaving some kind of spell between us, some kind of magic that I didn't want to stop.
The hand on my nape exerted a little pressure and I turned my head to his. "Perfect response, little Dallas," he growled, our faces mere inches apart. I got stuck in his eyes, in that most perfect color of brown and felt my heart speed up as his face got closer.
"I'm gonna kiss you now," he advised, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
"Thanks for the warning," I breathed back in spite of the fact I was having to force the air in and out of my lungs. And I waited, the anticipation of having his mouth on mine creating little tremors inside. I was just about to pull back to figure out what the hold-up was when it happened.
When I felt his beautiful, sexy full mouth brush mine. It was soft and gentle, almost experimental as his lips grazed with just the right amount of pressure and wetness. It was exploratory and almost a greeting as he moved his mouth the tiniest bit adding the smallest amount of suction.
It was, in a word, amazing .
And it only got better as his head tilted and the hand on my neck went between my shoulder blades to pull me close, closer until we were twisted and pressed chest-to-chest. Where our bodies attached, I could feel his heartbeat that seemed to be going as fast as my own.
Oh, yes , my mind exclaimed as he softly licked the seam of my lips, his tongue entering to taste and touch.
Oh, yes, please, my heart sang.
I couldn't help my hands as they went to his shoulders, one moving further upward to snake into his long hair in order to hold his head to me. Nor could I help the small noise that rose involuntarily as our kiss, the most perfect kiss I'd ever, ever had, spiraled upwards in both heat and intensity.
It was long.
It was wet.
And it was hot .
The kind of hot that when he finally and with seeming reluctance raised his head actually found me disappointed it was over.
I wanted more.
Much, much more.
"I think that's about all we're gonna fucking be able to do, Tex, unless you want the neighbors to view their late-night porn in real life," he murmured, dropping another soft, sweet peck to what I was sure my now swollen mouth. His words helped bring me back into myself and I realized I was on his lap, being tightly held in his arms as we stared at one another.
If what I saw on Trey's face and what was boldly pressing into my ass was right, he was just as turned on as I was.
From just a kiss.
A kiss !
I could only nod and push myself up off his lap to sit back on my side of the porch.
"That was…" I started searching for the right word as I straightened my top and tried to pull my jeans up.
"Fucking awesome," he completed as he realigned himself in his jeans. A move which I caught and reveled in.
I'd done that to him.
Me.
To Trey Jackson, the freaking biggest dog in a bad-ass motorcycle club.
All with just a kiss!
"And not enough, Dallas," he murmured, turning his face to me though I couldn't look at him. I was afraid of what he might see in my eyes my face if I so much as glanced his direction. "Not nearly fucking enough."
I swallowed deeply and nodded again, carefully keeping my eyes on his bike.
"It's late and we both have work tomorrow." His voice while still deep, seemed cautious somehow. "But I'd like to see you again. I'm still working on the other but if I can't get it set up, can I come back on Friday?"
My heart soared at his words and I swallowed again before letting
"Are you open to changing that, pretty girl?" he asked, his voice almost but not quite a whisper.
"With you, yeah." As soon as the words were out, I felt the heat in my face at my frankness just as his hand went beneath my hair captured my neck. His touch was softer than grip but tighter than a caress, just enough to let me know it was there.
He was weaving some kind of spell between us, some kind of magic that I didn't want to stop.
The hand on my nape exerted a little pressure and I turned my head to his. "Perfect response, little Dallas," he growled, our faces mere inches apart. I got stuck in his eyes, in that most perfect color of brown and felt my heart speed up as his face got closer.
"I'm gonna kiss you now," he advised, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
"Thanks for the warning," I breathed back in spite of the fact I was having to force the air in and out of my lungs. And I waited, the anticipation of having his mouth on mine creating little tremors inside. I was just about to pull back to figure out what the hold-up was when it happened.
When I felt his beautiful, sexy full mouth brush mine. It was soft and gentle, almost experimental as his lips grazed with just the right amount of pressure and wetness. It was exploratory and almost a greeting as he moved his mouth the tiniest bit adding the smallest amount of suction.
It was, in a word, amazing .
And it only got better as his head tilted and the hand on my neck went between my shoulder blades to pull me close, closer until we were twisted and pressed chest-to-chest. Where our bodies attached, I could feel his heartbeat that seemed to be going as fast as my own.
Oh, yes , my mind exclaimed as he softly licked the seam of my lips, his tongue entering to taste and touch.
Oh, yes, please, my heart sang.
I couldn't help my hands as they went to his shoulders, one moving further upward to snake into his long hair in order to hold his head to me. Nor could I help the small noise that rose involuntarily as our kiss, the most perfect kiss I'd ever, ever had, spiraled upwards in both heat and intensity.
It was long.
It was wet.
And it was hot .
The kind of hot that when he finally and with seeming reluctance raised his head actually found me disappointed it was over.
I wanted more.
Much, much more.
"I think that's about all we're gonna fucking be able to do, Tex, unless you want the neighbors to view their late-night porn in real life," he murmured, dropping another soft, sweet peck to what I was sure my now swollen mouth. His words helped bring me back into myself and I realized I was on his lap, being tightly held in his arms as we stared at one another.
If what I saw on Trey's face and what was boldly pressing into my ass was right, he was just as turned on as I was.
From just a kiss.
A kiss !
I could only nod and push myself up off his lap to sit back on my side of the porch.
"That was…" I started searching for the right word as I straightened my top and tried to pull my jeans up.
"Fucking awesome," he completed as he realigned himself in his jeans. A move which I caught and reveled in.
I'd done that to him.
Me.
To Trey Jackson, the freaking biggest dog in a bad-ass motorcycle club.
All with just a kiss!
"And not enough, Dallas," he murmured, turning his face to me though I couldn't look at him. I was afraid of what he might see in my eyes my face if I so much as glanced his direction. "Not nearly fucking enough."
I swallowed deeply and nodded again, carefully keeping my eyes on his bike.
"It's late and we both have work tomorrow." His voice while still deep, seemed cautious somehow. "But I'd like to see you again. I'm still working on the other but if I can't get it set up, can I come back on Friday?"
My heart soared at his words and I swallowed again before letting
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