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I drop forward, sliding one of my legs between hers. She goes to slide her panties off, and I stop her. “I meant what I said. I won’t fuck you until I earn it.”

“You don’t want to?”

I put her hand on my cock over my boxer briefs. “You feel that. I more than want to, but I respect you too damn much to use you.”

“I don’t need you to be a gentleman or to handle me with care. I want you, Gray. I need you.”

“You’ve got me, Low. You’ve fucking got me, but for now this is all I can give.”

“I’ll take you any way I can have you.”

She’ll take me any way she can have me.

Fuck, she’s sweet.

Her lips meet mine and I take care of her with my fingers and tongue.

Her nails score down my back, leaving a mark.

Chapter Nine

Gray’s mouth caps over my nipple, his tongue tracing lazy circles. He’s got me right where he wants me. Teetering on the edge of bliss and insanity. I’ve never wanted anything more than him.

Than to be with him. To be his.

If he doesn’t take me soon, he’s going to be the death of me.

My brother is going to be planning my funeral.

The way Braxton Gray handles me with such care is nothing short of amazing. He knows how to touch me. What to say to me.

The things that leave those torturous lips would scandalize a porn star. He says the filthiest things while kissing me. Telling me everything he’s going to do to me. It’s erotic.

My skin is on fire. I’m so turned on and he’s not even touched my pussy. He’s been concentrating all his attention on my mouth and my breasts. Every time I try to touch him, he slaps my hand away.

He says this is about pleasing me, but I want to take care of him, too.

I want to use my mouth and tongue on him, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve saved every piece of me for one man and one man only. Him.

I know it is old-fashioned, but there’s never been anyone else I’ve wanted to kiss. And sure, I’ve kissed other guys, but that’s it, and none of them could ever compare to him. To the biker I love. I’ve always loved.

“Jesus, Low. You’re burning up, baby.” His lips trail my neck as he runs his rough fingers up and down my side. I squirm and wiggle beneath him, trying to create some friction between the knee he has pressed between my legs and my pussy.

He grins at me. So damn pleased with himself.

“You won’t be laughing when I choke the shit out of you.”

He grabs my hand and wraps it around the front of his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs. “You can give it your best shot, but how will I eat your tasty little cunt if I’m dead?”

“Mmm.” My thoughts drift to his facial hair rough against the smooth skin of my inner thighs.

“Is that what you need, pipsqueak? You want my tongue down there?” he licks one of my fingers and I whimper.

“I want…I want to taste you.” I slide my hand down his bare chest, trailing to his abs, tracing his muscles down to the V-shape that dips below the waistline of his jeans. He’s got to be painfully hard and in need of a release.

I cup him over his jeans.

“Let me take care of you.” I nudge his shoulder and he falls onto his back. I grin like I’ve just won a grand prize. I straddle his hips. The bulge in his boxer briefs presses up against my crotch of my soaked undies. I rock against him as I bend forward to kiss his chest. It’s my turn to do the teasing.