Page 11 of Grumpy Biker's Bride
“Been thinking about this since the moment I saw you at the diner.”
“Me too.”
He finds the zipper of my dress and draws it down, his knuckles trailing fire along my spine, and the silky fabric pools at my feet. I step out of it in my bra and panties, and he looks at me for so long that my skin heats everywhere his gaze touches.
“Look at you, gorgeous. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen."
“My turn.” I reach for the buttons of his shirt.
He holds still and lets me. That's the part that undoes me, this huge, fierce man standing there with his hands held loosely at his sides, letting me peel his shirt off. Acres of muscle. Tattoos rolling over his shoulder and down one arm.
“Taryn?”
“Yes?”
“It's been a long, long time for me.” His hand strokes my hair. “Forgive me if I act like a starving man.”
I peer up at him through my eyelashes. “I'm counting on it.”
Hawk’s restraint snaps and he unhooks my bra with one twist, fills his hands with my breasts, and rolls my nipples between his fingers until I gasp. Then his mouth replaces his hands, hot and patient, sucking each peak until my knees give. He catches me, hauls me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom.
He lays me on a faded quilt and strips off the rest of his clothes. His jeans hit the floor and my mouth goes dry. He's big everywhere, thick and heavy and already straining, and the want in me pulls so tight it nearly hurts.
“Oh my.”
“We'll fit,” he rumbles.
He hooks my panties down my legs, kneels at the end of the bed, and pulls my hips to his mouth.
The first stroke of his tongue arches me clean off the quilt. He pins me down with one heavy forearm and goes to work, slow and thorough, his beard rasping against my inner thighs. He licks me like I'm his last meal, finds my clit and circles it softly, until I'm shaking and grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Every time the heat builds toward breaking, he eases off and starts the climb again.
The third time he does it I could scream. “Hawk. Please.”
“Something you need, sunshine?” His voice hums against me and there’s a smile in it.
“Youknowwhat I need.”
“I do.” Another slow lick, nowhere near where I want it. “Want to hear it anyway. I like hearing your voice.”
“Your mouth,” I gasp out. “Your fingers. Make me come, Hawk, please.”
He gives me exactly what I asked for, his lips closing around my clit, two thick fingers curling inside me, and I come so hard that I cry his name out, my thighs locked around his ears, the whole room spinning. He works me through it until I'm limp and floating.
Before he can take charge again, I push at his shoulder. He lets me, eyebrows up, and I straddle him as he settles back against the headboard.
“Now it’s my turn,” I say.
His hands find my hips. “Wasn't aware we were taking turns.”
I wrap my hand around him, hot and impossibly hard, and watch his head tip back against the wood. I tease us both, dragging him through my wetness, sinking down an inch and lifting away, until his fingers flex on my hips hard enough to leave prints and a growl builds in his chest.
“Taryn.” A warning.
“Now… is there something you need?” I ask sweetly.
His eyes narrow. Got him. “You. Now.”
I sink down onto him slowly, taking him inch by inch, and the stretch of his huge cock knocks the breath out of me. He watches the place we join with his jaw tight, murmuring rough praise, letting me take him at my own pace until we're both trembling.
