Athena's Raid: Book Two Perdition MC by Isabel Wroth

throat worked, her body on fire with nerves, but she took his hand and let him pull her inside. Inside, where the niceties ended and the naughtiness began. Thank god.
     
    They got Cruncher situated in the mud room and the second they were alone, Raid gave her no time to be nervous or uncertain. He took her hands and walked backwards with her into the beautiful room in the little farm house, and he pulled her close, rubbing his nose up the length of hers. “Have a good time?” He rasped, and she nodded, pushing her hands under the edges of his cut, “Definitely.” He was smiling when he kissed her. It happened again, her eyes slid closed and she totally melted into him. He didn’t rush, in fact it seemed like he was savoring every second. He kept her with him when he stepped back and sat on the bed, making this gorgeous sounding growl when she climbed up to straddle his lap.
     
    The urgency for more started to rise, the demand for more, more of his touch, more of his kisses, and he seemed to feel the same because she got what she needed. His hands dove under her shirt, the roughness of his calluses scraped along her skin when he pushed it up over her head to toss away, damn that felt good. It felt better when he tore his mouth from hers to nip at her jaw, soothing the tiny sting with a rasp of his tongue. He nipped and licked his way down her neck, chills racing down her spine and tightening the backs of her thighs, making her pussy flutter with impatience.
     
    She laughed at the tormented sound he gave when he saw her boobs, but she wasn’t laughing for long. He buried his face in her cleavage and licked a hot trail up over the top of her breast, right above the scarlet lace that cupped her skin. He pressed them together, dipping his tongue under the edge of the bra cup to swipe over her nipple, made her hiss and wiggle closer when his teeth scraped over the lace. He flicked the catch between her shoulder blades and she smiled at how he rubbed his face over the soft curves like a cat, first one cheek, then the other, his five o’clock shadow scraping against her skin. She felt drunk on sensation, overloaded with heat and the passion in his touch, the desire that rolled like waves through her body.
     
    He rolled with her when she swayed in his lap, took and pressed her down into the mattress. He murmured her name and she drug her lashes up to look at him. His eyes were doing that molten gold thing again, shining out of his gorgeous face, “Beautiful.” He rasped thickly, and she felt that right in her gut. “Yeah, you are.” She murmured back, and he laughed. “Whatever you say.” She brought her knees up to hug his hips, letting her fingertips skate up under the hem of his soft tee to touch his stomach. “I say this isn’t fair. You’ve got your sexy biker vest and your shirt on, and here I am mostly naked.” His smile turned dirty. Filthy, deliciously, dirty. He pushed up to kneel above her, shucked his cut and did that man thing where he caught at the back of his tee to pull it over his head and tossed it the same way as her shirt.
     
    His body was a work of art, skin raised here and there from scars, and her hands ate up every inch. The months of physical therapy, on top of the body that had already been there, damn. “Not so beautiful as you,” He said in that deep, bone melting voice of his, when she touched a particularly jagged, pink scar under his left pectoral. “Just more of you to touch, these don’t make you any less beautiful to me.” He swore under his breath, planted his fists down on either side of her head and leaned down to take her mouth. “Sexiest bitch, I ever saw.” She nipped at his lip, “Don’t call me a bitch,”
    “Didn’t. Said you were sexy, and babe?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Done talkin.”
     
    The urgency came back, but he still didn’t rush. He licked and kissed his way down to her belly, made her jump and hiss at the nip he gave to her hip. It shot shivers up and