Chapter Eight

Calista

I was floating. Nothing existed in my world other than Ringo's lips pressed to mine. Until his tongue slipped into my mouth, tangling with mine in a slow dance of seduction, and I let out a needy whimper. His hands slid down my spine, gripping my ass gently, pulling me closer to him. The roughness of his beard brushed roughly against my skin, making me shiver in anticipation. His muscled body was so strong against me, and I melted into him as he deepened the kiss, running his hands up and down my back, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched.

Our tongues twined together, exploring each other's mouths, a journey in uncharted territory. At least it was for me. This was the closest I'd ever been to a man. It was the first time I'd ever felt this much lust and need. It was overwhelming and I was afraid it was eroding any good sense I might have had. I could taste whiskey from earlier on his tongue, mixed with the unique flavor of his kiss -- a blend of leather and motorcycle fumes that made my heart race even faster. He tasted like home and danger all at once -- an intoxicating combination that left me wanting more.

When we finally broke apart for air, our breathing was ragged and heavy. His blue eyes gleamed with desire as he looked at me intently. "You're fuckin' beautiful," he murmured hoarsely before claiming my lips again. This time, he nipped at them playfully before sucking on my bottom lip gently. My body responded instinctively, arching into him as I whimpered softly. "So fuckin' sexy."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Here I was with this ruggedly handsome man who seemed to know just how to touch me without scaring me too much but also keeping me on edge. My hands found their way up his chest, tracing the lines of ink adorning his skin just above his shirt while my fingers tangled in his hair.

My hands moved to his sides. I bunched the material of his shirt in my hands and tugged, needing to touch bare skin, to feel the warmth radiating from him. His muscles flexed under my touch, making me shiver with anticipation. Our mouths found each other again, his teeth scraping against my lower lip, leaving me breathless and wanting more. A low growl vibrated from him as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. Heat grew between us and my face flushed.

Ringo leaned in to kiss me again, his tongue swirling around mine once more before he finally pulled away, panting slightly. "Fuck," he muttered with an appreciative grin on his face before leaning in to trail his lips down my neck. His beard tickled my skin as he kissed along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine. "You taste good." He sucked the delicate skin until I felt a slight sting. His mark. Judging by the satisfied grunt, he'd done it on purpose with that very intention.

His lips trailed lower, nipping gently at the sensitive skin above my breast while one hand slid underneath my T-shirt and trailed up my stomach to cup the same breast. I cried out softly at this new sensation, arching into him for more. My heart raced in response to his touch while his teeth scraped lightly against my skin, sending tingles through me.

"Ringo," I whispered breathlessly as he continued to nibble his way down the slope of my breast. "I think… I don't think I've ever wanted anyone like this before."

"That's a good thing," he murmured against my breast. "I'd hate to have to kill some bastard."

"Ringo!" I tried to push him away, but he just grunted and held me tighter. "You can't say stuff like that!"

"Why the fuck not? I'm a needy bastard. Don't want you thinkin' about anyone but me. Especially when we're makin' love."

God, that voice! He sounded so sexy I could actually feel my pussy gushing. Which turned me on even more. This man could melt the panties of any woman he set his sights on. And his attention was firmly on me. At least for now.

"I didn't think bikers could say that phrase."

He chuckled. "What? Makin' love?"

"Yeah. I thought it would be just fucking."

"I suppose it's fuckin' more often than makin' love, but make no mistake, Calista. The first time I take you, it'll be makin' love. I'm not a gentle man. Ain't got soft feelin's inside'a me." He gave me a wicked grin. "Sometimes, I'll use your body for my pleasure. Other times I'll give you everything you can take and not get myself off. But the first time's gonna be about us. Together. Gettin' to know each other."

I giggled nervously. "That sounds like fun."

"Oh, baby girl, it will definitely be fun." Yeah. I was in way the fuck over my head.

I couldn't even begin to think about sleeping with Ringo now. He was intoxicating, and I was terrified of what would happen if I gave in fully. But he smelled so damn good, like leather and sweat and his own unique scent that made me want to lean into him, to taste him even more. It might not be a good idea, but I wanted this with all my being. Wanted Ringo.

His beard tickled my neck as he nipped at it gently. The soft fabric of my shirt rubbed against my nipples where I was mashed against him, making me moan softly.

"You look so fucking hot when you blush." His voice was rough and low while his lips were tender on my skin. "I want to see you all flushed and needy, babe." He trailed lower, his tongue tracing the line of my collarbone before moving up the side of my neck once more. His lips found mine again, this time with a slow savor that threatened to undo me completely. His thumb feathered over one nipple where his hand was under my shirt. A small cry escaped me as it tightened in anticipation of his touch.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," I whispered back, trying to keep my breathing steady as he kissed me again. "You're too much man for me, and I'm not too proud to admit it."

"You're wrong," he murmured against my lips, his teeth nibbling at them gently before he pulled away slightly. "You can take me on. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. Don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you."

Ringo bent his knees, lifting me. Very carefully, he planted a knee and moved us to the center of the bed. His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I shivered in reaction.

"Never thought I'd like to be pinned down," I whispered.

Immediately, Ringo moved to put most of his weight on his arms. "Honey. Did I scare you?"

He sat back on his heels, pulling away but not leaving me. My legs were draped over his thighs, and he refused to let me close them.

"What?" I looked up at him, confused. Then I started. "Did I say that out loud?"

He grinned down at me. "Yeah, baby girl. You did."

"What I meant was I never thought I'd like it. I don't like being restrained, but this is… different."

Ringo smiled, moving so that he could remove my boots but still had his hips wedged between my legs. Very slowly, Ringo lowered himself back on top of me fully. I whimpered but tightened my arms and legs around him to hold him close. I shivered, sweat erupting over my skin. My breath came in ragged gasps. And the guy had barely touched me!

"You OK, baby girl?"

All I could do was nod, my fingers tightening and releasing around his shirt. I was nervous and scared and excited and so fucking turned on! All at the same time.

"Nervous?"

I let out a small nervous laugh. "Yeah. A little."

Ringo smiled down at me, kissing my lips tenderly before responding. "Nervous is OK. Means you care about what's about to happen and I want you to care. I want you to expect I'll make this good for you. So lie back and let me pleasure you, baby girl. You don't have to think about anything other than telling me if you don't like something."

"You'll stop?" I hated the vulnerability in my voice, but this man was stripping me bare, figuratively. Soon he'd be doing it literally. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I wanted him to show me more, to take me higher, but he'd expose my every flaw. I also wasn't sure I was strong enough to stop him, even if I was unsure of what he was doing.

"I will." He tilted his head looking at me intently. "Always." His gaze narrowed. "Don't think so hard, baby girl. Nothing happens you don't want or aren't ready for."

"How can you tell if I'm ready for something?"

"I'll know because I'm watching you. Paying attention to your reactions. You're scared but eager right now. I want you to embrace what we do together."

"You… you won't be mad if I need to stop?"

"Honey. No. Never. I'll stop and talk to you. You'll tell me what you didn't like, and I'll make it better or we'll try something different. The only wrong thing to do is to not speak up if you're uncomfortable. For any reason." He gave me a wicked grin that made my pussy quiver with need. "Then I'll find a way to make it better for you."

My heart pounded in my chest as Ringo's words sank in. I didn't want him to stop, but I was more than a little nervous. In a way, the nerves made me want him even more. It was a confusing mix of emotions and desires, but I trusted him. I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to calm myself. "Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Ringo smiled reassuringly, his warm lips brushing against mine gently before trailing down my jawline again. He nipped at my earlobe, sending tingles down my spine, and then soothed it with gentle kisses. "You taste fucking delicious," he murmured against my skin. "Like sin and sweetness all rolled into one."

One hand traveled up my thigh to my hip and the waistband of my jeans. With a gentle tug, he undid the button, then the zip. He urged my hips up so he could slide the soft denim over my ass and down my legs. I wasn't wearing panties since I hadn't gone through what the women had brought me, so this was the moment.

Ringo looked down at me and his nostrils flared. A predator eying his prey. "So fuckin' gorgeous." His words sounded more for himself than for me. I drank them up, though. Like a man just emerging from the desert being handed a glass of ice water.

Ringo tugged his shirt off impatiently, never taking his gaze from my body. His hands rubbed slowly up my thighs before scraping down with a light abrasion to my knees.

Unable to help myself, I arched my back, crying out. His gaze was firmly on my pussy. I felt a trickle of moisture leaking out and Ringo's gaze got heavy-lidded, and a satisfied smile parted his lips.

"Oh, yeah, baby girl. So responsive. You like that, don't you?"

"Ringo…" I gasped out his name on a surprised breath.

Slowly, he lay back on top of me, his belly over my mound. I canted my hips, needing friction between my legs. He threaded his fingers through my hair and kissed me again, letting his tongue slide inside my mouth with lazy strokes.

I melted under his kiss, but little zings of pleasure also made me tense convulsively. It was almost too much. Overstimulation in the extreme.

"That's it, my precious girl. You need to come. Don't you." It wasn't a question.

"What is this?" My plea was almost wild. I'd never known something like this possible. There was something wild inside me, clawing to get out. It was that painful.

"Don't fight it. Just let it happen." Ringo sounded strained and beads of sweat dotted his forehead, but I couldn't focus on anything but the need blooming out of control inside me.

With a growl, Ringo shifted his body and thrust his hips against me. I was naked from the waist down. Ringo was shirtless, but still had on his jeans. The new position was exactly what I needed. With a scream -- with several screams actually -- wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain crashed over me. My muscles spasmed. My vision tunneled…

And all I could see was Ringo.