I knew it was treacherous for our lips to touch again.
“You’re scared, Belle,” I whispered. “That’s okay. Trust me, you’ll be taken care of in all this. I just need your brother to work with me and the club.”
“He’s getting all the information together. I told him you were coming up here tonight.”
“Maybe I should go talk to him.”
“Maybe you should,” Belle said.
I didn’t move.
Her hands pulled at me, desperately wanting me.
Fuck, who was I fucking kidding? I wanted her just as bad. We had years to make up for and a lifetime to look forward to.
Only if we crossed that line.
Seconds ticked by as we just stood there in silence. The night falling outside. The reality of danger all around.
Then we crossed that line.
chapter twenty.
(duke)
Her legs were wrapped tight around my body as I carried her up the stairs. Our lips and tongues battled, but I always fucking won. She dug at the back of my leather cut, my hands cupping her ass.
I knew my way around that fucking house so I had no problems kissing her while hitting all the steps and finding the bedroom.
When we got inside the bedroom, I grabbed her legs and stood her on her feet. My hands went to her hips and I put a foot between us. It was the last chance to put this thing to a final end. A chance to walk away. A chance to realize how crazy and dumb it was.
Belle slid her hands into my leather cut and I let it drop to the floor. She grabbed my shirt and pulled. I lifted my shirt up over my head and Belle’s hands were against my chest a second later, her fingertips sliding down my chest. She traced lines I’d never see but could feel. All the way down to my jeans. Her fingertips quickly went to work, ripping open my belt buckle, then opening my jeans.
My cock was twisted in my boxers, thickening by the second.
Belle came forward and started to kiss my neck. Those lips and that tongue then slowly moved down my chest.
“Oh, Duke,” she then whispered as she pushed my jeans and boxers down. “I can’t live without you anymore.”
Her lips continued their descent. She got my jeans and boxers down enough that my cock popped free. Her right hand grabbed at my dick, squeezing the thick head of my tip. I sucked in a breath and groaned.
“Fuck, sweetie,” I said.
“Yes,” she purred, her lips above my belly button.
Her hand gently slid down my length, trying to grip my full root.
Then she dropped to her knees before me.
My jeans and boxers were down to my knees. I reached down and slipped my fingers through her hair. She was always my girl. Always my sweetie. Always mine.
“Fuck,” I managed to say again, even though there were more words burning in my heart to say to her.
Belle stared at me as her tongue came forward and licked the head of my cock. She made circles and then eased her lips over me. She moved across the ridge of my head and pulled right back. Feeling her lips against that spot made me thrust at her. I let out a growl, trying to hold back. I had waited all these years to feel her suck me again and I wasn’t going to waste it by coming in a few seconds. But that’s what Belle did to me. No woman did that shit to me.
Her right hand started to jerk me as her mouth went to work. Guiding herself down and back, her lips and tongue taking care of my long shaft, reaching as much as her mouth would allow. The warmth of her mouth felt good, only surpassed when she’d groan. My hands touched her shoulders and I started to move her the way I wanted it. Pulling and pushing at her, loving the feel of her tasting me. She slowly put her hands to my legs, curling her nails, digging them into my skin.
I then grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.
I slowly pulled back, taking my cock from her mouth. She looked up at me, mouth open, breathing heavily. I gave a nod as the only warning she’d get. Then I thrust forward, sliding into her mouth. Gently, I started to fuck her mouth. My knees bent a little and I pumped myself back and forth. Feeling her. Watching her. Trying my fucking hardest not to explode right there.
I gritted my teeth and kept going. Thrusting as deep as Belle would allow. I then pulled out of her mouth for good, knowing what I wanted next from her. I dropped down right there to the bedroom floor, on my knees, towering over Belle.
“Right fucking now,” was all I had to say to her.
Belle fell back to her ass and started to fumble with her jeans. She got them open and I took over. My hands grabbed her jeans and panties and I pulled. She let out a yell and grabbed for the floor, trying to brace herself. I ripped her clothes right off, right there on the floor. It was crazy since we had a bed next to us.
But I was losing my goddamn mind.
I came forward at her with intense force, pinning her down to the floor. She was trying to lift her shirt up but there wasn’t enough time. My cock touched between her legs, feeling her perfect slit. I thrust at her, entering her.