Revved Up Soul

Chapter 35

Jasmine

His lips were hot and wet against her own, and the delightful, if not agonizing, pressure between her legs only grew with each hungry kiss. It had been much, much too long since she'd tasted the resplendence that was Luke Reynolds. Jasmine's skin felt alive and elated with a crackling energy.

Growling as he picked her up, she in turn wrapped her legs around his midsection and he carried her to the front door of the apartment. He pinioned her hard against it, his hands touching her face and his peculiar eyes glassy with need.

She could feel the licks of fire growing against her chest, her nipples growing stiff behind her top. He's so hard already, did all it take was a kiss? Jasmine thought. The woman could feel that wondrously hard sword poking against her as she wrapped her legs tighter around the man's chiseled core. Jasmine moaned out his name before happily letting his tongue enter her mouth, caressing his moist tongue and mouth with her own – it should be illegal, she thought, for any man to taste as good as him. She found herself painfully aware of her clit.

"Open. Now," Luke husked authoritatively. You're so sexy when you get like that.

Jasmine hastily unlocked the front door and then yelped in surprise when Luke effortlessly scooped her up in his big and strong arms, arms that made her feel safe and loved and wanted. "Luke!" She squeaked, trying to ignore the voice in her head that what she was doing was wrong – that even though Augustus and she were never officially together, she was supposed to be there right now.

All guilt and shame melted away in the seconds it took for the two to reach Jasmine's delightfully soft (and too damn expensive) queen sized bed. In one fluid motion Luke tossed her lithe little body onto the mattress with a grunt. A girlish noise escaped her before hitting the bed and crawling up towards the set of pillows. She turned to face Luke, watching him with sultry eyes as he undressed oh-so-slowly. Sweet Jesus, Jasmine bit down on her lip hard – a pulse of heat coursing through her sex; it felt like she was just punched in the gut.

Luke slipped out of his bomber jacket, the design of the Knights MC embroidered upon it in red and gold. Revealing his deep blue v-neck shirt, it was easy to see just how well built the brick-house of a man truly was. There was a silver necklace around his neck, a thick bronze ring hanging from its end. Every inch of the man's shirt contoured to the tone and muscle of his rippling body. I could get used to watching this, Jasmine threw off her top and shoes as she stared. The corner of the man's mouth lifted in a smirk, giving that special wolfish smile she had come to so badly want. He then peeled off his shirt, revealing the majesty that was his six-pack abs, jacked arms and the hint of his Adonis belt along his waist.

It never ceased to amaze her just how drop dead gorgeous that man truly was. She wanted to say something, anything really, but her tongue was already swollen by devil's love. I just want to lick that man clean.

Tossing his shirt away, Luke got up onto the bed and stalked over to Jasmine – fierceness in his eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, baby," he murmured in the woman's ear. She could see the bear tattoo peeking out on his back.

Shivers rolled through Jasmine freely at her lover's word, she cupped his cheek in her delicate hand and stroked, "Good, don't ever stop."

He smiled brightly before attacking her with his lips again, running them down her neck, sucking every now and then.

Jasmine moaned, the dark waves of pleasure crashing against her – making her head feel light and her body throb with a dull ache, a need that could only be sated by truly feeling the man. She had to have him inside of her. Now. "Uggh, Luke, I-I need you," she breathed, "I need all of you."