Chains (The Club #8) Read Free

touch and my world begins to spin as my knees weaken.
    Without hesitation, I allow my body to mold into his. The fast-paced beat of my heart is pounding hard enough against his chest I’m certain he can feel it, yet he doesn’t push away. Attempting to fall more so into the moment and not pay attention to the caution flags swaying behind my closed lids, I release a soft moan. The sound of my pleasure vibrating against his lips encourages him to deepen the kiss. Biting down on my lower lip, he gains access to my now open mouth allowing his tongue to touch mine. He tastes like whiskey mixed with mint, it’s the most intoxicating flavor. I’m enraptured in this man with just a kiss and I can’t help but want more…no, need more from him. My hands move from the sides of my body into his hair, fingering the dark locks. Desire takes over and I can’t control myself, he’s pulled me in and there’s no going back now. As I’m sucking his tongue into my mouth, his arms wrap around my waist circling me into his embrace. The intensity of the moment consumes me and I can’t help but feel that I’m in a bubble of lust and longing.
    Pulling back, Connor looks into my eyes and brushes a loose strand of hair away from my face. As I look back to him, those deep dark eyes make every sensation in my body heighten. His fingertips trail down my face, along my collarbone and linger down the thin material of my blouse. I can feel my chest beginning to swell, screaming for him to touch and adore every inch of my aching breasts. If he doesn’t take me inside now, I may burst from yearning. He’s driving me insane and making me feel things that are totally out of my comfort zone. The wetness pooling in my panties is a sure sign that my body is telling me what I want from him, yet this isn’t the woman I normally am. If I let myself go, there’s no telling where this adventure will take me. He’s gorgeous and my body wants him. Hell, even with all of my doubts and insecurities, he’s exactly what I want and he’s right here in front of me gazing at me. Me.
     

“I think it’s time we take ourselves inside,” I state in a husky tone.
    My mouth goes instantly dry as my gaze scans to her face and the sexual yearning pours from her body language. Jesika’s now hooded eyes look darker and the sight of her leaves me breathless. Her silence is captivating, she’s unable to speak as she nods and lets her hand fall into mine while I turn to open the door. We step inside and she begins to look around through the darkness, the clicking of her heels along the tile floor echo through the high ceilings. Before my eyes can adjust, I close the door behind us and pin her up against the wall. My hands frantically move to lift her blouse, my lips crashing down onto hers. I can’t think, this woman has me wanting her more than my next breath. Her body pulls in closer as she wraps her arms around my neck. She’s quivering and I can’t help but smile from within knowing very well how inexperienced she is in meeting my sexual needs. She attempts to take over the kiss and I can’t have that. Control is one thing I will never give away willingly, she needs to know who is in charge and in no way will it be her. I release a growl into her mouth while pinching her taut nipples through the lace fabric of her bra. The instant pain shocks her as she tries to pull herself away from my touch. She’s wreaking havoc through my brain, yet satisfying a craving I’ve never felt before. Jesika makes me feel things, makes my heart beat a little faster and makes me want more. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, yet the one thing I’m the most afraid of exploring. A man with my needs rarely finds a woman who can tolerate the lifestyle in which I lead. She’s an enigma, someone who could, in the end, destroy me. Every doubt in my mind is clouded by her beauty, her finesse and her love of life.
    Pushing every mental distraction to the back of my