~Editor's Pick~
The best days of Charli Campbell’s life were spent with her father and his MC Club. And her growing infatuation with the Prez’s son, Roark Ferris, showed promise.
Then her world imploded with unimaginable tragedy.
Now twenty years later, there’s no hiding from her past, and she’s returning to the only place she considered home.
Ripped apart before they could even begin, Charli and Roark get a second chance to reignite their spark. But will it result in an enduring burn, or will it blaze quickly, leaving only ashes?
Their gazes held, and she became all too aware of Roark. Of the fine looking man he’d become. There was both softness yet heat in his brown eyes. Charli scanned his face, noticing the fine lines at the corners of those eyes. The neatly groomed beard and mustache that was hella sexy. The streaks of silver weaving through his dark strands.
And his mouth. Hers watered just thinking about how it’d feel to kiss him. Finally kiss him.
“Charli?”
His voice, even deeper and richer now, broke through her haze.
“Yeah?” She sounded ridiculously breathless.
“I wanna kiss you so fucking bad.”
A whimper escaped, and Roark groaned. “Fucking hell.” In the next instance, his mouth was on hers. He released her arms to thread his fingers in her hair, angling her head and instantly devouring her.
Charli gasped, shocked at the intensity. But she wasn’t shocked at her body’s response as she turned to putty in his hands because she’d fantasized about this moment for years. He sucked and licked and thoroughly consumed, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Oh, she could protest, knowing he’d back off, but hell if she was about to do that. No, she was going to make this count. And before he came to his senses, she’d take her fill as well.
And if he did come to his senses, offering apologies or displaying regret, well, then, she’d deal. It might possibly break her heart, but she’d deal. Just like she always did.
Charli’s hands fisted the front of Roark’s shirt, feeling his heat beneath the material. She pressed against him and felt the bulge of his cock through his jeans, eliciting a needy moan from her. Roark growled as he backed her up against the wall, grinding into her as he continued to ravage her mouth. Heat swirled inside her and that delicious feeling of a pending orgasm began to build. Her pussy thrummed with excitement and anticipation. And when Roark pushed his thigh between her legs, applying torturous pressure to her center, she shamelessly rode him.
With his tongue fucking her mouth, and his thigh rubbing between her legs, Charli shattered, succumbing to the best climax she’d had in longer than she cared to remember. She shook against him as he swallowed her cries of pleasure. The tremors continued as Roark softened his assault, kissing her tenderly now as his fingers massaged her scalp.
When the euphoria began to clear, Roark trailed his mouth along her jaw, ending at her ear where he nibbled. She sucked in breaths, feeling as if she’d just sprinted around the racetrack. Charli sighed and her body loosened as she relaxed her grip in his shirt.
“Fucking hell, that was beautiful,” he whispered in a raspy voice.
