Forgiven: Ryder and Sawyer 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 9) by Savannah Rylan

single feeling that was coursing through me into the kiss. He pushed into me, pressing my back to the wall, holding me up with his weight. He took his hands away from my thighs, and knotted his fingers in my hair, giving me back everything that I was giving him.
    Chills racked my body, and I ran my fingers up his chest. A groan rumbled deep in his throat as his fingers dug into my ass. He pulled me away from the wall, and carried me to his bedroom, placing me gently on the bed, and standing back. His hazel eyes roamed my body as he tore his shirt off over his head.
    He licked his lips as he undid his belt and tossed it to the side. His eyes became possessive and ravenous as he stalked toward me. He pushed his knee in between my legs, giving me no choice but to spread wide for him.  
    His tongue dabbed out, touching my stomach, and swirled and twirled its way up and then back down to the top of my jeans. “Off,” he growled and flipped the button open. I lifted my ass as he undid the zipper and pressed kisses to my skin. He pulled the restricting material from my body, inch by torturous inch.
    Once off, he threw them to the floor, and climbed on top of me, crushing his mouth to mine. We had kissed so many times before but it was different this time. It was desperate and thankful. Carnal yet tender.
    “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, but I kissed away his apology. He had nothing to be sorry for. We both were in the wrong, and I didn’t want to torment ourselves with the past. I wanted to live in the now, and kiss the past goodbye.
    He pulled his mouth from mine, trailing a fiery path down my neck. His hands reached behind me, and he unhooked my bra. One by one, he removed the cups, until both breasts were bare and ready for him to take. He didn’t disappoint, pinching my nipple between his finger and thumb as he sucked the other into his mouth.
    I arched as pleasure overwhelmed me and shot through my body. His hand moved down my side, squeezing my waist, as he sucked and licked the taut bead. A moan slipped from my lips just as his hand slid under my thong.
    His finger circled my clit, and I cried out. “I want to make you feel good,” he muttered.
    “Oh baby you are.” He picked up speed and just as I felt like I was about to explode, he plunged two fingers into my wetness.  
    I whimpered at the mouth-watering intrusion, and flung my head back to enjoy the ride he was taking me on. He bent down, pulling my white lace thong aside, and swiped his tongue over my clit. The intensity was almost too much to take, but I welcomed it, only craving more with each slide.
    His tongue swiped lovingly at my folds as his fingers worked in and out. I tightened my legs around his head, and pushed my sex against his mouth. He devoured me, sending me spiraling over the edge.
    I screamed out, grabbing his hair, and holding on for dear life as I enjoyed the sweet ride he took me on. He slowed, lapping up my juices as aftershocks of my orgasm wracked my body.
    He kissed his way up my stomach, and when he looked into my eyes, I brushed the hair off his face. “Make love to me,” I requested. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”
    A devilish grin flashed across his face. “Baby, that’s the only place I want to be.” He rolled off of me, pulling off his pants, while I stripped off my thong. He stroked his rock hard cock, and I bit my lip at the glorious sight. I got up on all fours, and crawled to the edge of the bed, taking him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, loving the taste of him.
    He groaned as I opened wide and took him deep in my throat. His balls rested against my chin and I cupped them, massaging my fingers into the sensitive flesh. I trailed my tongue up and down, taking him in deeper and deeper.
    His hands in my hair tightened, and then stopped me from moving. “Turn around,” he demanded.
    I did as he asked, getting on all fours and positioning my ass just right. Without any warning he shoved into me. We