Forbidden (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) by Kathryn Thomas

without anywhere else to go but deeper into the feeling. His arms encircled her trembling body, bringing her effortlessly down to the down comforter of his bed, and Sam shook his head.
     
    Reason—cursed reason—obliged him to provide her with an escape, even as his mouth refused to tear away from hers. He whispered feverishly against her lips, "Are you certain? Are you certain?"
     
    "Yes," came her plaintive cry.
     
    She tore at his shirt. Her nails raked down his abs. He hissed at the pain that reminded him he was incredibly alive and lucky to be there. Sam yanked the t-shirt over his head and pressed his body atop Afia's, groans filling his throat. Her hands pushed down his muscular back, and his body felt like hot silk beneath her palms. Her spirit cried mercy. Her womanhood called him by his name. She needed, she craved, and there wasn't anything to stand between them now. Here, in this place, the only thing that mattered was how they felt about each other.
     
    Afia knew he cared for her. It was written in the way his brows knit in confusion every time he looked at her, like she was a wonder of the world. It was in how diligently he had stood by her in the face of the obstacles they faced to be together. She understood that what she was offering to him was a confession of her own unrelenting affection. It was a sacrifice she couldn't take back, and she had to be sure. He had asked her if she was certain. A thousand times, yes , screamed her being.
     
    Her curves, the dips and hollows, were places he wanted to explore, and his fingers glided across her naked chest, palming the globes of her breasts and making Afia cry out in pleasure at the rough texture of his touch. Her highly sensitized nipples hardened more beneath his fingertips. He squeezed. He kneaded the fleshy hills. His palms slid down to her ribcage, and he reached down between her legs. Again, she whimpered affirmations.
     
    His fingers came away covered in her nectar, and Sam was lost. He couldn't stop. His mouth careened to her chin, bounced off the curve of her jaw and skated to her neck. He sucked at her jugular, and her pulse leapt beneath his tongue, and he bit into the softness. His nostrils filled with her jasmine perfume. His eyes squinched tighter shut. His hands moved to hers and shoved them above her head, and she stretched fluidly, her torso elongating like a river of perfection.
     
    His kisses drifted lower and lower until he found the valley at her chest, and his nose flowed up to the peak. His tongue curled around her nipple.
     
    Afia's back shot up from the bed, spine arched. The pleasure was like a gunshot. Her gasp of shock seemed to echo in the quiet room. Hands weak, she clutched at his dark hair with the curls springing from between her fingers, and she pulled. His mouth lifted but lowered again to the other side. Her legs came around his hips with wonder, her feet locked around him at the heels, and her pelvis brushed his with promise. Her heels slid down the back of his legs, hampered by their pants. His hips were a tide, rolling in and receding, each nudge pushing her closer to ecstasy. A thousand times, yes!
     
    His knee drew up sharply against the V between her thighs, and Sam rose up to unzip his jeans.  His belt was snatched from the loops of his pants to be tossed aside like something unnecessary. He pushed the jeans down his hips, down his thighs. He rose to his feet and dropped them to the floor. Afia stared at him with eyes that had never seen a naked man, but she liked what she was seeing.
     
    His tanned skinned covered a toned, buff physique. The muscles in his thighs bunched beneath his boxer briefs, but the area that drew the most attention was the imprint of his erection. Her fingers grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and slowly, slowly eased them down her legs. She didn't stand. She stayed reclined and kicked the pants free of her bare feet, red toenail polish flashing rebelliously. He grabbed the sole of