Free Lucky (Inked Menace MC 1) by Ryanne Hawk Page A

at ease, no, I don’t have a girlfriend or lover. Two, yes, I want to fuck you senseless, but I was trying to be a gentleman. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, and given that you’re on the run for your life and you’ve been thrust into a dangerous situation with people you don’t really know, I didn’t expect you to spread your legs because you’re grateful.”
    “I am grateful, but that’s not why.”
    Cecelia started rocking her hips again. A melody she’d never heard before but knew all the same played inside her body and she went with it. Her hips rotated and twisted, grazing Lucky’s hard cock, making him groan and thrash as he kept his hands down by his sides.
    “You’re going to have to give me permission to touch you, little bird. You’re going to have to tell me you want me. You’re going to have to spell out, quite clearly, what you want tonight.”
    In answer, she leaned her face toward his neck and whispered into his ear, “I want you to fuck me until the sun comes up and neither one of us can walk out of this room. That clear enough for you, baby?”
    The guttural growl Lucky let loose had the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing up, and goose pimples breaking out in waves across her skin. The juices that trickled down her legs and into her panties were courtesy of his animal intensity and passion. He pushed her back and prowled over her body, his face inches from hers as he rested on his arms with his hands pushed into the mattress.
    “Is this okay? I don’t want to scare you.”
    That he knew to ask cemented him further into good guy category, and made him that much hotter. “Better than okay, Lucky. Now get that cock inside me before I explode.”
    The grin he gave her caused ripples of happiness to cascade over her heart and mind. She shoved those feelings aside in favor of logic and chemistry. One night. That was all she’d need to get him out of her system and then they could go back to pretending to be a couple in order to stave off her impending beheading.
    One night of ecstasy. Was that too much to ask?
    His lips devoured hers as his tongue slipped inside her mouth and explored her with abandon. His hands lifted her t-shirt and exposed her breasts to his eager mouth. His hands cupped and kneaded her tender flesh, then his lips trailed wet kisses down her abdomen, and a few moments later, he’d removed her bottoms and panties and was staring at her, breathing hard.
    There was a second of panic. She wasn’t going to lie. Not to herself. What if he didn’t like the way she looked down there? What if she smelled bad? Peter had never gone down on her, and their sex had been passionless and empty. But this… this was a full frontal assault and she didn’t know what to do. So she froze. And waited.
    “You ready, bird? ’Cause I’m about to lick you until I hear you scream.”
    Her back arched off the bed. Lucky didn’t give her a chance to open her mouth before the warmth of his tongue pressed a hard line up her pussy, stopping at her clit to circle the tiny bud a few times, almost, but not quite touching it. “Oh God, yes,” she whispered and clutched the sheets in her hands until her knuckles burned.
    He moved with deliberate slowness and blew hot air over her sensitive pleasure center, then set his mouth over her lips and sucked, hard.
    “Fuck,” Cecelia said, her body jerking from the sensory overload. His tongue thrust into her wet channel and flitted in and out, quickly.
    “You’re so wet. Is this all for me?” Lucky said when he pulled his mouth away.
    Cecelia lifted her head and stared into his green eyes. She raised a brow. “Come on, don’t stop.”
    “So impatient. I like that. I like to feel you squirm and thrash as I touch and tease you. I can’t wait to feel you clamp around my cock like a vice grip of pleasure.”
    She let her head drop and closed her eyes, his words turning into a movie playing in her mind. One she needed