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|Throttle Me(Men of Inked #1) by Chelle Bliss|
“Change your mind, princess?” he asked.
“No, I meant every word.” My voice shook and my entire body seemed to quake.
“Climb off first, use my shoulders.”
I grabbed his shoulders and could feel the hardness. He was covered in muscle. I hadn’t felt one squishy part the entire time I had my hands on him. I’d always describe myself as a tad bit fluffy. I wasn’t lean and muscular, but I did have curves and some softness to my body, but not City – he was ripped. I pushed myself off using his shoulders as leverage and the gravel driveway made my ability to stand still and straight almost impossible. The drinks didn’t help either and the killer shoes I had on my feet didn’t allow me to grip the ground any easier.
I watched as he climbed off the bike, his muscles rippling and shifting with each movement. My mouth watered at the thoughts of touching him and being his for a night. He moved toward me and I swallowed hard. The closer he moved, the quicker my heart pounded in my chest and I closed my eyes out of fear and anticipation. I puckered my lips and waited for him to kiss me, but nothing.
“I need to take your helmet off.” For the love of god, please help me disappear. I’d forgotten about the helmet and had to look like a complete idiot standing there with my eyes closed, waiting for a kiss, swaying in the wind, and wearing the damn thing. I’d been so wrapped up in the moment that all I could think about was him – kissing him, seeing him naked, touching him… just him. I smiled and could feel the heat creep into my cheeks. Butterflies filled my stomach and I closed my eyes hoping the embarrassing scene that just occurred would be quickly forgotten. I could hear him softly chuckling as he undid the straps and pulled it off my head. “Cute.”
I opened eyes and squinted at him. “Cute? What the heck is cute?”
“You.” He tapped my nose and I rolled my eyes.
“Yep, you’re cute. Innocent, but f**king dying to be bad.” He placed the helmet on the bike, turning his attention back at me. He touched my chin pulling my face up to look him in the eyes. The rough skin of his thumb glided across my cheek and I inhaled quickly. “I’m going to make you swear if it’s the last thing I do. You’re going to be screaming curse words tonight.”
Everything in my body ignited at once – my heart pounded, my hands shook, and I stood there on trembling legs feeling his nearness. The man stole my breath and made me lose all ability to communicate. Wrapping his solid arms around me, pulling my chest against his rock hard torso, his lips hovered over mine. His hot breath brushed against my mouth as his fingers rested against my throat. My pulse raced under his fingertips, his touch making the rapid beating of my heart increase. Everything ceased to exist as he nipped my bottom lip, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout my body.
An overwhelming craving for more took hold and I melted into him. A small moan escaped as his lips crushed against mine. Gripping his shoulders, I tipped my head back giving him deeper access to my mouth. I wanted everything he had to give – all doubts vanished and were replaced by sheer need.
Lust consumed me as he ravaged my mouth and commanded the kiss, deep, warm, and hard. The warmth of his fingers on the back on my neck sent goose bumps across my flesh. Wanting his heat, needing more contact, I lifted the back of his shirt and swept my fingers across his silky skin. There was a cavern near his spine, the outer edges rimmed in hard muscle that flexed underneath my touch. I brushed the edge of his pants with my fingers, sweeping them inside, grazing his skin with my fingernails. His hold on my neck tightened and he groaned in my mouth. We fed each other air, leaving no room or moment to absorb anything else but each other.
I wanted all this man had to give. I wanted his promise of making me scream words that I didn’t use. Bending down and grabbing my ass, he scooped me into his arms, never breaking the contact with my mouth. My stomach flipped like on a rollercoaster, the movement and excitement taking over my senses. The anticipation bubbled inside me as he carried me toward his house and eventually his bedroom.
I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles together, and felt his hardness against my core. With each step it rubbed against my clit, the friction driving me close to the brink of orgasm, until he raised my body to his abdomen. The key scraping against the lock sends a thrill through me – I’m doing this... really doing this. Running my fingers through his hair, I bit his lip before opening my eyes.
“Suzy has claws?” he asked against my lips, his breath warm as it caressed my face. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that we wouldn’t hold a conversation at this moment. I didn’t want to talk or chicken out. City was the most gorgeous man I had ever kissed, let alone slept with. “Want it rough, beautiful, or soft and slow?” He asked with a hard squeeze of my ass, kicking the door closed.
I sucked in a breath, not sure how to respond. No one had ever asked me what I wanted before this moment. “Um,” I mumbled into his neck.
Peeling me off his chest, he looked me in the eyes. “No one ever ask you what you wanted before?”
What the f**k? Can he read my mind? “No.” I looked down trying to avert his gaze. I feel I’m too transparent and I can’t stand the thought of being figured out.
He whispered in my ear as he ground his hardness against me. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
I bit my lip and stared at him. There was no smile or smirk on his face. City looked like a man possessed and I had no doubts he’d deliver on his offer. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew I wanted him any way he’d give it to me. What was his idea of rough? Fuck. “Can I have both?”