by Jayne Blue
It was the opening I’d been waiting for. Patiently. Since I’d first met Bess Geary.
I put my lips on the back of her neck and inhaled that scent of hers.
My teeth scored her soft skin, and she leaned back into me. Her round ass pressed up against me. I slid my hands from her shoulders to the top of her silk blouse. A sigh escaped her gorgeous full lips.
That sigh let me know she was in. All in.
I turned her to face me and surrounded her in my arms.
Her neck was my undoing. I gave it my full attention for a moment and to make sure she was ready for the next step. My lips on hers. I slid my tongue up. I kissed her skin, I inhaled her.
And then paused.
“Open your eyes,” I told her. She did as I instructed. I watched her lush lashes as she slowly lifted them up and her eyes focused on meeting my gaze.
“They’re open.”
“Good. I’m not turning back. I want you to understand that.”
“My eyes are wide open Sawyer. Finally.”
I kissed her. I meant to be soft, I intended to be sensitive. But that’s not what happened. I kissed her hard. I wanted to consume her. My body was greedy for hers. It took over what my logical mind had intended. It told me to go slowly, but I couldn’t.
But this kiss. Her mouth. Her warmth. Slow wasn’t an option.
She had leaned back on her desk, I had my hands in her hair, and she opened herself to me.
Then all hell broke loose. If I’d known, I would have let her run.
If I could’ve seen the future, I would have kept my hands off, for her sake. The MC was about to go to war, and I was the general. No one near me was safe.
But I was selfish. I had to have her.
So I kissed her. No other woman had ever come close, or ever would. I knew. Club war be damned.
Or I would be.