When Autumn saw him take out a condom, she said, “I’m on the pill, and I want to feel all of you.”
A wicked grin spread over Chains’s face. “I’m all in for that, baby.”
Then she remembered theclub girls. “I have to ask if you’ve been tested though.”
Two strong hands gripped her ankles and pulled until she was flat on her back. “Yeah—I’m clean.” Chains lowered his gaze to the lace panties. “You’re so wet, they’re clinging to you.” He glanced back up, eyes scorching. Then he climbed back on the bed and hooked a finger under each side of the material, slowly sliding them off her legs.
His lust and desire enveloped her while his words inflamed her.
Chains rocked back on his heels and took in every part of her body. “You make me crazy,” he whispered as he reached out and stroked her bare pussy. Leaning forward, he hovered over Autumn, then crashed his mouth down on hers. This time the kisses were deeper, more demanding, more possessive. Autumn gripped his shoulders and clung to him like a drowning woman welcoming a life raft. Being with Chains felt so right, so wicked—so perfect.
As they kissed, his hands glided their way over her breasts, down her belly, and into the wet folds between her thighs. With those deft fingers, he began caressing her with pleasurable, circling strokes. Autumn lifted her hips toward his hand, never wanting him to stop.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasped as he pulled away. Chains gripped one leg and placed it over his shoulder, then did the same with the other one. “That’s it,” he murmured while lightly stroking her sex with the tip of his cock before pushing inside her wet heat.
“Yes,” Autumn whispered.
Chains pumped himself into her while groaning her name. He bent over to possess her mouth and then lightly bit her nipples before pounding into her again. Autumn took in the sounds of their coupling and the scent of sex, relishing the feeling of the two of them together. He drove in harder, rougher—his pants and grunts music to her ears. Autumn could feel his desire, the heat from his body, and a connection to him in a way that she’d never had with a man before.
When he pinched Autumn’s clit, the building dam of sensations inside her burst, and she came in delicious waves of ecstasy. Chains pounded harder, then stiffened, and a low feral growl erupted from his throat while he buried his face in her breasts.
After what seemed like a long time, Chains rolled off Autumn and drew her near. His heart beat steadily against her ear, and within seconds, she heard his heavy breathing. Reaching over, she switched off the lamp, and the gray light of dawn weakly filtered in through the shutters.
She nestled closer to him, realizing that it was Chains—this rough-around-the-edges outlaw biker—who made her feel safe and desired.
***
Autumn woke upblissfully sore later that morning. She looked over and stared at the empty spot, then the sound of water caught her attention. Just as she pushed up against the headboard, the bathroom door opened and a cloud of steam escaped into the bedroom. Chains stepped out, wearing a towel around his waist as droplets of water glistened off his bare chest and shoulders.
“Morning,” he said, stopping in his tracks.
Autumn smiled. “Do you have to leave?”
“Gotta go to church, but I’ll be back.” A smile twitched on his lips. “In citizens’ language that means a meeting at the clubhouse.”
“Oh. Can you tell me what the meeting’s about?” She stared at him, taking in his muscular chest, lean waist, slim hips, and corded legs.
“No way, darlin’. Club business.”
Chains stood by the bed, looking sexy as hell. He ran a hand through his wet hair, the ink around his sculpted bicep danced erotically.
“Like what you see?” He bent down, planting his hands on each of her shoulders.
She inhaled sharply. He smelled clean, like soap and oranges, and a small smile ghosted her lips when she pictured him washing his hair with her citrus shampoo. With her eyes still fixed on his, she slowly nodded.
“I like what I see too.” He reached forward and stroked her cheek, his fingers lingering near her mouth.
Slowly blowing out the held breath, Autumn grasped his hand and laced their fingers together. “I’m sure I look awful,” she said softly.
“You’re always beautiful, baby. Icing your face all night has helped the swelling a lot. The bruises will take some time, though.” His jaw hardened as his eyes scanned her face.
“Nothing concealer can’t cover.” She laughed.
The lyrics from “T.N.T.” by AC/DC filled the room, and when Chains jumped back, she admired the way the strong muscles in his back moved, making the skull tattoo on his shoulder ripple as he walked over to the dresser.
He spoke in hushed tones, and after he put the phone back down, he crossed the room and scooped up his clothes.
“I gotta get going,” he said, dropping the towel.