Imperfectly (Dante’s Nine MC #2)(46)
Author: Colleen Masters

I slide my hands beneath his leather cut, under his plain black tee shirt. My fingers bump along his defined abs as I wrap my arms around his tapered waist. His smooth, tanned skin, marked though it may be with scars and ink, feels better than fine silk to me. Leo buries his fingers in my long, black curls as I stand on tip toe, reaching my lips up toward him. This mighty man is at least twice as big as me, but that no longer makes me tremble. At least, not with fear. Leo is full of power and strength, but I know that he would never turn it against me. No matter what happens, I trust him in that. And that’s more than I can say for some of the other men who have wandered into my life.

Leo breaks away from our kiss and strides over to his bike, whipping open a saddlebag. I laugh as he produces a thick flannel blanket and spreads it out across the dusty ground.

“So you planned for this?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“I hoped,” he grins, taking my hand once more.

He tugs me back toward him, lowering himself onto the surprisingly soft blanket. I kneel before him, trying to commit this scene to memory. His sculpted form is backlit by the surging, spiraling mass of light and energy that is Las Vegas. Up above, a firmament of flickering stars shimmers, each pinprick working hard to be seen through the blazing aura that glows above Sin City. The whole thing is almost too gorgeous to bear.

Leo scoops me up into his lap, laughing at my bemused expression. “What is it?” he asks.

“This is just…amazing, Leo,” I breathe, taking his bearded face in my hands, “I can’t believe that I’m here with you, in the middle of all this.”

“Well, believe it babe,” he says, his fingers brushing against the small of my back, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to be here with me.”

“You mean that?” I ask earnestly, “I’m not just one more in a long line of chicks?”

“I mean, there have been others. Many others,” Leo allows, “But none like you.”

“How do I know you’re not just saying that to be nice?” I tease, half-serious.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Leo growls, bringing his lips to my neck. He kisses me slowly, working his way along my collarbone, across my best. His scruffy beard brushes against my skin, tickling me delightfully.

“How will you prove it, Mr. Bane?” I ask, giving him my best wide-eyed ingénue.

“Easy,” he grins, “I’ll let you be on top.”

I laugh as Leo lies back on the blanket, pulling me on top of him. I’m straddling this incredible specimen of a man, my hands planted on his firm chest. I can feel him growing hard, his thick member pressing intently against my sex. A deep, throbbing need revs up in my core, echoing through my body. I’m perpetually turned on in this man’s presence, but a new spike of desire surges through me. The rest of the world falls away as I lower my mouth to his once more. The taste of him has me drunk, fearless, down for just about anything.

He grabs hold of my firm ass as our tongues twist together. I writhe against his hard body, exhilarated to be in so much control. Screw the fact that we’re out in the open, where any wandering soul could come upon us. I can’t bring myself to care about that. I tear off my black top, relishing the feel of Leo’s hands around my tiny waist. Grinding against his stiffening cock, I reach down and whip open his belt buckle, tugging his jeans down his sculpted legs.

“You’re insatiable,” he grins, popping open the button of my pants.

“Only for you,” I breathe, sliding out of my skinny jeans and casting them aside.

Our denim layers lay on the blanket beside us, entangled just like we are. His briefs and my panties are the only things separating us now, and just barely. Balancing on his powerful frame in nothing but my unmentionables, I feel like the uncontested Queen of the World. It’s a rare man who can make a woman feel this powerful, this adored, and this full of unquenchable desire all at once. And I’ve got this rare man all to myself.

“God…” I murmur, freeing Leo’s massive cock from his cotton briefs, “You’re so hard.”

“That’s what you do to me,” he groans, bucking his hips gently against me.

His eyes close in bliss as I work my fingers all along the length of his manhood. My own sex is aching with want of him. I can’t believe how fierce my need is. I’ve only just had him earlier tonight, but I can’t resist any longer—not that I’d want to. Leo was right about one thing; I’ve never had a man like him before. And if all of this is really going to end the second Kassie is restored to the Nine, I’m going to savor every moment with my Devil’s Wraith.

Leo slips my black panties down over my ass, just as I tug his briefs away. I’m wet with want and so ready to feel him inside of me again. I gasp, tightening my grasp around Leo’s cock as he slides two fingers along my slick slit.

“Guess that’s just what I do to you too, huh?” he grins, brushing his fingertips against my hard clit. A low moan rises from my lips as he teases that tender bud. How does he know exactly how to touch me after just a couple of days?

“I want to take you inside of me,” I whisper, working my hands along his shaft. I let my thumbs trace the swollen ridge of his head, and a breath catches in his throat. “Can I, Leo?”

“God yes,” he groans, grabbing hold of my hips, “I want you to slide down onto me, Kelly. I want to split you open.”

I plant my hands on his broad, inked shoulders, meeting his gaze dead on. Those golden eyes gleam darkly in the moonless night, but I can feel the heat of his intent stare. I lower my hips, letting his stiff cock brush against the rise of my ass. The very tip of him glances against that tight circle of muscle there, that place we’ve yet to explore together.

“You’re gonna kill me, girl,” he laughs, his voice rasping with lust.

“Maybe someday,” I grin, guiding his member forward. “But this is where I want to feel you now, baby…”

We moan as one as his swollen head presses against my wet sex. I’m poised just above him, making us both wait a moment longer. My breath is coming hard and fast as I let the instant stretch on as long as I can. But I’m not made of stone—I can’t hold out any longer. Inch by inch, I lower myself onto Leo’s thick, throbbing cock. My mouth falls open in a wordless howl of bliss as he glides into me, straight into my very center. I light up from the inside, overcome with the rapture of feeling Leo move inside me.