Page 15 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
“And what do you think I want?” Her hands lowered to her sides, her eyes shifting to a warm brown that almost welcomed me.
I took a step toward her and braced my hands on the wall on either side of her head. She could still leave by ducking under my arm, but she stayed. “I’d love to find out exactly what you want. What you like.” I lowered my head so we were eye to eye. “I’d love to know what makes you moan and what makes you come apart.”
Her breathing hitched, and she licked her lower lip again.
The sight tightened my stomach and swelled my cock.
I leaned in another inch, close enough to smell the oil on her hands and the lilac shampoo in her hair. I slid my hands down the wall, skimming the outline of her body and settling them on her hips.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she whispered, “Prove it.”
I kissed her, hard and fast, then soft and slow. She met me every step of the way, her body curling into mine, fitting us together.
Both hands grasped my shirt and pulled, which was all the rest of the permission I needed to deepen the kiss and nudge her back against the wall.
I slid a knee between her legs, my fingers digging into her hips.
She released a sigh when I swept my tongue into her mouth, followed by a light growl when I notched my knee higher.
I knew that sound.
She wanted more.
Well, so did I, and I wasn’t about to fuck her right here in the hallway.
Not that I couldn’t. I had every right, and I’d done it before, but if someone walked in on us, I was pretty sure I’d tear them apart.
No one else got to see her like this.
No one but me.
I pulled back just enough to see her face.
Her eyes opened, her eyes darkened to a near black. Every breath came out a short pant, and her grip on my shirt tightened. “You stopped.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not done.” I slid one hand up her ribs, moving beneath the thin shirt to the skin underneath. “Making sure you didn’t change your mind.”
“Trust me, if I did, you’d know.” Her head fell back when I cupped her breast in one hand.
I couldn’t resist the exposed hollow of her throat, and she arched into me when I kissed her there.
“More.” She moved her hands from my shirt to my hair, running her fingers through it and scraping her nails down the back of my neck. “Colt.” It came out breathy and impatient.
I grinned and kissed her shoulder, flicking my thumb across her nipple at the same time. “This way.” I took her hand and led her to my room, pushing open the door to let her enter ahead of me.
She stuck her head inside and blinked a couple times. “Nice.”
“About to be a whole lot nicer.” I kicked the door shut and pulled her into my arms. “Anything I need to know before we get started? Any phobias or any specific no touching zones?”
“Nope.” She draped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down.
I could work with that.” I tugged her shirt up and over her head, then kissed her while toeing off my boots.
She chuckled against my mouth when I nearly tripped and broke the kiss. “Maybe just take your boots off like a normal guy.”
“I will if you will.” I eyed her black boots and the slim-fit jeans. “But I get the jeans. Don’t you dare touch those.” I had a thing for it. No idea why but the thought of pulling those jeans off her, of exposing her skin bit by bit and kissing every inch, turned me on more than should be possible.
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