Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

Ohhh. That might be more than I can handle. My entire body flushes and tingles with wild desire for the unknown.

“But for now, turn around and put your back against me.”

That doesn’t seem like we’ll get a lot of kissing done but I’m eager to try anything with him.

He guides me with his hands on my hips and even arranges my body where he wants it over his lap. My butt resting on his thigh, his arm around my waist, and if I tip my head back, I can kiss along his jaw. He grips my chin, angling my head. A long, contented breath flows out of me. He seals his mouth over mine, and gently slides his tongue inside. I moan into the kiss as jolts of electricity shoot straight between my legs. The hand at my waist slips under my shirt, tickling my stomach. His thumb grazes the edge of my bra. Higher and he cups my breast, lazily circling my nipple with one finger.

The desperate pulsing between my legs increases and I whimper from needing something I can’t name. He breaks our kiss and stares down at me with approval in his eyes.

“That feels so good,” I whisper.

“What?”

“Everything you’re doing. The way you’re holding me.”

He releases a groaning sound of approval and nuzzles against my neck, sucking at a sensitive spot I didn’t know I have. “I like the way you fit against my body.” His hand squeezes my hip.

“You make me feel secure.” Both body and mind.

“Good.” He tugs the cup of my bra down and my body jerks when his fingers brush against my hardened nipple. Underneath me, his body shakes with restraint.

His other hand moves lower, sliding under the waistband of my sweatpants. My breath catches in my lungs as he slides his fingers over my sheer panties.

I gasp and jerk my hips up.

“Like that?” he whispers against my ear.

I exhale a shaky breath and nod.

“Say it.” He strokes over the damp material right along the seam of my lips and groans. “Your panties are soaking wet.”

“Sorry.”

His movements stop. “What do you mean sorry?”

I try to shrug but he has me held so tight, my shoulders have nowhere to go.

He kisses my cheek. “It’s a good thing.” His voice drops to a low, sensual rasp as his fingers slide over my lips and up to my clit. “Your body likes what we’re doing.”

It’s almost a question.

“I do. A lot,” I whisper. Especially the way he says, “What we’re doing” instead of “What I’m doing to you.” Somehow that makes a big difference.

“Good.” Another kiss on my cheek. I could drown in his kisses alone.

“Tell me what you like better.” He rubs up and down over my clit, circles it, then settles two fingers on either side.

I take a gulp of air and wiggle my hips, spreading my legs wider.

“You like that?” he asks.

“Yes, please do it again.”

“With pleasure.” He takes his time sliding and rubbing, never pressing for more or even trying to move my underwear out of his way.

My breath stutters. “That feels really, really good,” I whimper.

I’m so close to something. My body straining but not quite reaching what it needs. A whine of frustration slips out of me.