Page 27 of Sabre’s Guard
His house surprises me a bit. It’s a huge two-story brick home, but it’s extremely spartan. The lawn is neatly trimmed, but there is zero landscaping. His front porch has exactly one chair. There are no curtains on the windows, and when we get inside, I realize the furnishings are minimal. Everything is neat and clean. There is zero clutter like plants, treasured family pictures, or toss cushions. Just one row of neatly polished black boots beside the front door on a rack.
“Welcome,” he murmurs as we walk through his living room and into the kitchen. “Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?”
I shake my head, looking around. “I’ll take a bottled water if you have it.” When he walks over to the fridge, I realize his kitchen is more well-appointed than the living room or the dining room. He has an elaborate spice rack.
Glancing up at him when he hands me my bottle of water, I ask, a little awestruck, “You actually alphabetize your spices?” I’m honestly delighted with his response.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Unfortunately, you and I are a rare breed. You’ve also got a well-seasoned Griswold cast-iron skillet. That tells me you’re all about properly seared steak and fish. Those are exactly the cooking classes you signed up for as well.”
“You got me there, darlin’,” he murmurs. Coming up behind me, he wraps his arms around me and tugs me back against his chest. His mouth nudges the side of my neck, and he drops some sexy kisses along my skin.
“Do you want to talk for a while in the living room or move straight to the bedroom?” he murmurs between kisses. “There’s no wrong answer, by the way.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I tell him quietly, “We’ve been doing a lot of talking and kissing. I’d kind of like to see what comes next.”
He immediately scoops me up off my feet and stomps off with me. I find myself more amused than angry. “I don’t know why you’re carrying me. I’m perfectly capable of walking, Sabre.”
“You’re mine, at least for this one night. So, you get the VIP treatment.”
I lean over and kiss his neck just the way he did mine a minute ago. He staggers, clearly surprised at my boldness. “Linsey,” he rasps.
Once I’m in his bedroom, whatever restraint he’s been holding onto slips. His mouth becomes hungry against mine. My jacket hits the floor first, then my chef’s whites go next. His hands are rough against my skin. I can tell he’s a man who works with his hands. Those calloused hands skimming over my skin and learning my body make goosebumps rise on my skin and arousal pool in my stomach. Truth be told, I’m loving every second of his attention. Once I’m naked, I take a step back and get onto his bed.
Sabre hastily undresses in front of me. He pulls off his cut, T-shirt, and pants, and all the rest. For once, he’s not being neat and orderly. He’s tossing our clothing to the floor in a rush to enjoy my body. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his gorgeous body.
I had an inkling that he was built like a Greek god underneath his cut and jeans, but nothing could have prepared me for seeing Sabre naked. He’s ripped, and his tattoos are incredibly artistic, with one pectoral, shoulder, and arm sporting an elaborate tattoo of palm leaves, his bike, and an older woman’s face with a date span. It looks like it might be a memorial tattoo. I can’t stop staring at his tattoos to save my life.
A sexy smirk jumps onto his face. “You’re staring, Chef. You must like what you see.”
I reach out for him with both arms, and he immediately begins moving towards me. “Of course I do. You have an amazing wrapper covering my favorite guy. What’s not to like?”
“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”
I frown, but before I can respond, he catches my chin in one hand and tips my face up so he can look into my eyes. “I’m not tryin’ to be rude. It’s just that not many bikers end up with Michelin-star chefs.”
“You’re more than just a biker. You know that, right?”
He kneels down in front of me and gives me a lopsided smile. “Yeah, of course I do. Not many women get that, though. And that makes you special in my world.”
I don’t know why, but his words really hit home with me. I don’t think I’ve ever been special in a man’s eyes before, not when I was with my ex. My father treated me like I didn’t matter. My whole extended family did the same. This feels different. Even though Sabre is a rough biker in many regards, he knows how to be respectful to women. I need that in my life.
He takes his time, sliding one hand up around the back of my neck and gently pulling me down for a kiss. This one involves tongues and passion that seems to keep building. Sabre isn’t the kind to rush through the foreplay to get to the sex. When my arousal outpaces his unhurried pace, that turns out to be its own kind of ruthless.
When his hands cup my breasts, I arch into his palms, needing more contact. After teasing my breasts and nipples, he bends down to suck on them, dragging his palms to cup them from underneath. Everything about this flips all the right switches for me. He circles my nipples firmly with his tongue until my nipples are tight and aching.
“I’ve spent too long being close to you, smellin’ the scent of your perfume, and daydreamin’ about finally getting a chance with you. Now that I can touch and taste you, no other woman will do.”
Those sound like claiming words to me. We agreed to tonight, nothing more. When he presses me back onto the bed and begins kissing his way down my stomach, all those thoughts get wiped from my mind because I realize he’s about to put his mouth on me.
He spreads my legs and inhales deeply. When he speaks again, his voice is so deep it makes my clit tingle. “I’m all done bein’ a gentleman. Tonight, I’m gonna give you the pleasure you deserve from a man.”
“Thank God,” I whisper as he pulls my slit open and takes one long lick through my folds. When he glances up at me, his expression is pure bliss. Licking my pussy blisses him out. I let that roll around in my head while he continues pleasuring me with his tongue.
“Sabre,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” he rasps. “You taste too good.”
