Page 20 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

I cup her cheek. “You are not a bother. You have pieces of your past that cause you pain. That’s not a hindrance.

Anyone who tells you differently is an asshole.

You have things to work through. I hope one day we can get you to the point that you don’t have those reactions anymore.

I want you to be able to enjoy your life. We will get there.”

“We?” she whispers.

“I mean, I am hoping there is a we.”

She smiles, leaning forward to kiss me. I let her lead the kiss, pecking my lips once, then twice.

The third time, she reluctantly presses her tongue out. I open my mouth, accepting it willingly. My tongue moves against hers as I take control of the kiss, my hands sliding up her sides as I do. I lean her back on the bike until she is lying between my handlebars over the fuel tank.

When I pull back to look down at her, I take a mental picture. She looks beautiful splayed out on my bike like this.

“Jensen,” Cami says, making me shiver.

I love hearing her use my real name. It’s like an aphrodisiac. It makes me want to rip her clothes off and make her scream it over and over again.

“I want to hear you moan my name,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her once more.

She pushes me back a little. “I have something to admit.”

“Whatever it is, I don’t care. It won’t change a thing,” I tell her.

She could have murdered a million people, and I’d still stick around. There’s nothing she could do to scare me away now.

“I’m a virgin.”

Those three words have me pausing.

She winces as she looks up at what I am sure is shock on my face.

“I know. I’m a stripper. How could I be a virgin? After watching Barbara do what she did, I couldn’t imagine trusting anyone with my body that way.”

I sit back. “Well, fuck. Am I going too fast? We can slow down.”

She grabs my hand. “I feel like this was leading to something more, and I’m not quite ready to go that far. I’m sorry.”

I cup her cheek, leaning back down to kiss her. “Don’t be sorry. This is at your pace. It wouldn’t matter if you weren’t a virgin. If you want to go slow, we go slow.”

“You don’t mind?”

I smile at her, kissing the tip of her nose. “You’re well worth the wait, little dancer.”

“Well…I don’t want to wait on everything. I like the way you make me feel. I’ve never felt this way before, and I want to explore more. With you.”

That has pride beaming in my chest. “What are you thinking?”

She shrugs. “I don’t really know, but maybe we keep going until I say stop?”

“No, not stop. You might tell me to stop when you don’t really mean it. How about Barbara? If you use her name, I will know that I need to stop immediately and comfort you.”

She nods, “Barbara it is.”

“Let me make you feel good.” I lean in, kissing her again.

I start off slow, kissing her lips and getting her back into the mood.

Once her body is wiggling underneath me, I slide my hands up beneath her hoodie and shirt once more.

My jacket on her has fallen open, leaving her stomach bare.

Leaning down, I kiss it, making her shiver.

I kiss lower and lower until I’m at the line of her pants.

Looking up, she is wide-eyed, but she isn’t stopping me yet.

“I can go up or I can go down. Which do you want?”

Her eyes flare. “Both.”

“Which aches more?” I ask.

“Down.”

I nod. Down it is.

Slowly, I unbutton her pants, giving her the opportunity to stop me.

She doesn’t, though. Leaning back from her, I pull her pants and panties off, tossing them behind me on the bike.

Then I kiss each side of her thighs before settling between them.

She’s shaking a little, prompting me to look up at her.

“Still okay?”

She nods. “A little nervous.”

“Trust me to take care of you,” I tell her.

“I do.”

Leaning in, I spread her open. She is glistening in the moonlight. She wasn’t kidding. She is turned on, all right.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” I ask her.

“Never. I’ve never felt the need to. Never understood it.”

She understands now. Her clit is swollen. She must be aching bad.

Leaning in, I lick her clit, making her moan. Slowly, I lick my way around her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. I could spend my life between her legs and it still wouldn’t be long enough. I listen to the way her breath hitches and moans change as I explore her.

No, I learn her.

I learn every way she enjoys being touched. I kiss. I nibble. I suck.

I do combinations until her back is arching off of the bike, her screams echoing in the silence of the night.Then I keep licking her until she comes back down, pushing my head away from the overstimulation.

“That was…” She trails off.

I sit up, leaning over to kiss her, aware she is coated all over my face. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She clears her throat. “What about you?” she asks.

I smirk, reaching back to grab her pants. I separate her panties from them and stuff them in my pocket.

“I can take care of myself later. This is all about you.”

She smiles. “You really are making me think I’ve been missing out on something my whole life.”

I shake my head. “You haven’t been because you didn’t know me then. You got me now. You won’t ever miss out again.”

I mean it too. I’ll make sure Cami never misses out on life ever again.