Revolution (The Lone Riders MC Series Book 1) by Michelle Betham Page B

short denim skirt, his mouth never leaving hers, even when he ripped off her panties, literally tearing them away from her body, he was still kissing her.
    He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, burying her fingers in his hair, the kiss growing harder, deeper; tongues touching, teeth biting, and when he finally pushed inside her she couldn’t help but moan quietly, her mouth still pressed against his. Wrapping her legs tighter around him she pulled him in deeper, that rush she’d felt before surging through her faster and harder. That syringe had been pushed again, and she was getting a second hit, another rush.
    His mouth still hadn’t left hers, they were breathing for each other as their bodies rocked together, and she did her best to hold back, to stop him from coming too soon but there was only so much she could do, and it wasn’t enough. He was pushing harder, thrusting deeper, so deep she could feel him filling her up; he was so far inside her that when he finally came she felt every spasm he experienced. She felt every drop spill out of him, into her, a beautiful, dangerous warmth spreading through her. A brief feeling of safety. A lasting feeling of fear.
    He finally pulled his mouth away from hers, bowing his head as he tried to get his breath back, resting one hand against the wall beside her head, his other arm still holding on to her. ‘Fuck!’
    She raised her arms above her head, stretching out, her legs still wrapped around his hips, keeping him inside her.
    ‘Jesus Christ…’
    ‘What?’ She ran her fingers over his beard, over his slightly open mouth.
    He took hold of her hand, kissing her fingers, looking up at her. ‘ This shouldn’t have happened, darlin’.’
    ‘So why tell me it would?’
    ‘We can’t do this, Lexi. We really can’t.’
    ‘We just have,’ she whispered, her hands either side of his face now, her lips touching his, and he responded, opening his mouth as he finally pulled out of her, putting her down. ‘And we can’t take that back now.’
    ‘It shouldn’t have happened,’ he repeated.
    ‘I couldn’t play fair anymore, Coby. Because you didn’t play fair with me , did you?’
    He let out a low groan. ‘This is crazy!’
    She rested her forehead against his, their hands gripped tightly together against his chest as she breathed in that smell of leather and stale cigarettes. ‘I need you, Coby. Because I don’t know what’s going on anymore. I don’t know what to do. It’s all such a mess.’
    He tilted up her chin, making her look at him. ‘You’re not a child anymore, Lexi. You don’t need me to fight your battles, you don’t need me to look after you, you don’t…’
    ‘No, I don’t, but...’ She reached out to cup his cheek in the palm of her hand. ‘I can be that tough biker chick when I want to be, you know that. But I don’t think I can do this on my own, Coby.’
    ‘I can’t be the support you need, darlin’.’
    ‘Can’t, or won’t?’
    He bowed his head, breathing in deeply, his fingers curling around hers. ‘You really are gonna kill me, do you know that?’
    She smiled, letting go of him, pulling her skirt back down over her thighs. ‘It’s my life’s ambition.’
    He crouched down to pick up her torn panties, returning her smile as he stood up, leaning back against the wall, taking a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket and pulling one out with his teeth. ‘Want these back?’
    She walked over to him, taking the cigarette from his mouth and standing on tiptoes to kiss him gently. ‘They’re no good to me now. You might as well keep them.’
    He stuffed the panties into the back pocket of his jeans, taking the cigarette from her and lighting it up, taking a deep drag, blowing smoke up into the air. ‘Get out of here, Lexi.’
    She took a couple of steps backwards, her eyes never leaving his. But she said nothing. Then she just turned and walked away.
    Back inside, there seemed to be a slight commotion