Free Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC by Britten Thorne Page A

he would let me get in the bed. Mortified, I realized I'd tried to kiss him but only managed to fall over and bang my elbow. It still smarted.
    I remembered when he finally allowed me out of the tub. By some miracle I hadn't gotten sick. Though I was still stupid drunk, the room didn't look like it was tumbling around me anymore, so he let me pass out on the bed.
    Realizing what woke me up, I rushed to the toilet. Too much whiskey and too much water threatened to burst my bladder. Goddamn, I should have brought a stopwatch, this pee could break records.
    Finally drained, I searched his cupboard and found some mouthwash. I couldn't remember smoking but my mouth tasted like an ashtray.
    Oh wait, I did smoke . I shared a few with Irish while the rest of the club was away. When their motorcycles roared in the distance, I scrambled back into the bathtub, brushing my hair with my fingers and assuring myself that I looked sexy. No more whiskey. Ever .
    I found some mouthwash and took a quick gargle before heading back to the bed. Do I just get back in? Or would he want me to leave? I felt too out of it to think about driving, still, so moving as carefully as I could, I crawled back up to the pillows. I had to flip them over - I'd left an epic drool spot that he didn't need to see. I've done enough already, poor guy.
    I peered up at his face. He was awake and looking right at me. "What's wrong?" I asked.
    He grunted. "You're staring at me."
    My heart sped up. "So?"
    "How's a man supposed to sleep with a beautiful woman lying in his bed and staring at him?"
    "I could do more than stare." My heart raced.
    Conflict crossed his face, but his lips twitched, trying not to smile. "Like what?"
    Excitement made me tremble all over. "I could touch you," I said. I brushed his abdomen with my fingers, tracing the ink there, relishing in the feel of his warm, smooth skin, his hard muscles. "I could kiss you." Propping myself up on my other elbow, I stretched over him and kissed his collarbone. He inhaled sharply as I left a slow, wet trail up to his shoulder, savoring the taste. "I could make you feel really good," I whispered, letting my hand trail lower from his stomach, reaching the waistband of his boxer-briefs, then even lower over the material, touching the hot tip of his erection, the fabric damp.
    Oh, God . I shuddered. The heat between my legs became an insistent, hungry pulse. I'd never wanted a man so badly in my life. Don't scare him off .
    "No," he growled, moving fast. He gathered me in close, taking my arms and wrapping them around his back.
    "No?" Did he just want to cuddle or something? "We don't have to have sex. I can use my mouth, or we-"
    He pulled my leg over his hip and thrust once against me. His cock rubbed right against my pussy, and I gasped, my sentence interrupted.
    "No," he said again, "All you're going to do is come for me."
    "Are you serious?" The idea was disconcerting. "Why don't you just let me -"
    "Stop talking." I clamped my mouth shut. I knew I talked too much. Most of the guys were happy to let me jabber away as long as they were getting off.
    But that wasn't what Theo was after at all. "Relax," he said softly. He ran his hands up and down my spine, kneading and massaging my back. His fingers were so warm, his touch just perfect, but I was still tense. Being trapped so close to him, his gentle touch, it was all so much more personal than I was used to or expected.
    His mouth found my neck. His lips, soft and hot, kissed their way up my jaw. I shivered. "Relax," he whispered between kisses, inching closer and closer to my mouth. But I felt stiff and frozen. What is wrong with me? I'd wanted him so badly, but it wasn't supposed to go like this.
    He kissed me softly, his lips sliding against mine. He didn't go tongue-crazy like so many guys. He made a leisurely exploration, nipping, sucking, leaving me writhing and breathless.
    I was panting when he broke the kiss. "We don't have to do this. We can just