Page 16 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
CALLIE
SEVEN YEARS AGO…
Was I really going to do this? I hesitated an instant while unzipping my boots.
Colt’s gaze drifted from my waist to my face. We locked eyes, and the truth lingered hot and thick in the middle distance.
Yes.
Yes I was going to fuck Colt and enjoy every second of it.
He wanted me.
I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had.
My throat tightened.
I shoved the thought down as far as it would go and locked it away. Emotions had no place here.
I smiled and shimmied my hips while kicking off my boots, tucking my fingers into the band of my jeans and pushing.
“Stop.” Colt made a pained sound in the back of his throat and reached for me. “Mine.” He growled and nipped at my ribs, histeeth crazing my skin and sending heat flaring through my entire body.
I sucked in a ragged breath he took as permission and worked my pants down over my hips and thighs.
He nudged me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I sat down.
Grinning up at me, he grabbed my left ankle and lifted it, peeling the pants off inch by inch. “You look even better in real life than you do in my dreams.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I tangled my hands in his hair, enjoying the way the strands felt between my fingers.
He kissed a fiery line along my thigh, stopping just shy of my panty line. “It’s one hell of a compliment.”
I believed him, and my desire ratcheted up another notch. “Smooth talker, huh?”
“Too much talking.” He finished taking off my pants and rose, straddling my body with his arms and pushing me onto my back at the same time.
His knee settled between my legs, and he notched it closer to my clit, shifting enough to add the pressure of his fingers as he stroked me through the thin cotton underwear.
My head fell back into the pillow with a moan.
“More of that.” He bent forward, reached behind me, and unhooked my bra.
I shimmied out of it and tossed it toward the floor.
He’d removed his shirt too, and I explored his chest and shoulders with my hands.
A tattoo on his shoulder drew my attention long enough to make out the vulture with the club’s patch worked into the design with intricate linework.
He kissed me while stroking my clit, his fingers deft and filling me with heat.
I arched into him, his name a litany in the back of my mind.
I ran out of breath but refused to end the kiss that made me feel every single beat of my heart.
“I need to see all of you.” He sat back enough to grab my panties.
“Only if I get to see you too.” I propped myself on my elbows and eyed the black boxers covering him. “Let’s see what I have to work with.”
