Page 52 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her up for a kiss while he plunged deeper inside her.

He couldn’t get enough. Of the feeling, of the surroundings…

Of her.

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Jill wrapped her legs around Cole and pulled him closer, wanting his body driving into her harder and faster. She wanted him to lose it, to need her, to feel he couldn’t live without her. She gripped his arms, then slid her hands up to feel his biceps move.

“Like that?” he growled.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” She yanked him close, and on a strange impulse, bit his shoulder. Cole murmured in surprise and nibbled on her neck. It shot pure pleasure right through her.

She couldn’t believe his control. He alternated between fast and hard, then slow and sensual, both satisfying and teasing her. It made the pleasure build and strengthen. Made her want to explode harder than ever.

“I’m going to come again,” she breathed. And it’s going to be huge.

“Not fair…or maybe it is.” Cole suddenly rolled them over, pulling her on top of him. She squealed, not caring if anyone heard. “I want to feel every inch of you,” he added, proving it with his hands. His words made her quiver.

He grabbed her hips, moving her back and forth while she tightened around him. His hands traveled her body, grazing her skin. Along with the soft breeze, it made her tingle all over, feeling more alive than she had in years. If only they could stretch this night out. She wanted it to go on and on…

She couldn’t help but run her hands up her own body. His hand came over one of hers, guiding it to her breast. They caressed her together as they moved. It was hot and sexy and naughty, and she loved it. She loved how he watched her in the moonlight. She loved how he looked lying there, as if astounded at his good fortune.

And it was all because of her.

Inside she felt her body coiling up in a strange release mixed with need. When she couldn’t hold back anymore, she let go, letting herself fall, her climax rolling over and over. Her body jerked and clenched around Cole’s cock, making him groan. He moved faster, sending her even higher, until he let loose with her.

His body pushed off the ground, his arms gripping her in a tight embrace, their cries mingling as their bodies had. They shook together, then collapsed, Jill landing on his chest as their chests both heaved as they sucked in oxygen. Wave after wave rippled through her, mini aftershocks. She felt dizzy and tingly. She was so relaxed, she started to slip over the edge to sleep.

For several minutes, they didn’t move. Waves crashed, and crickets chirped in the nearby bushes. She drifted off. The breeze skimmed her back in a tender touch, a light kiss on her skin. Euphoria. That’s what this was—perfect bliss. Her body and heart sang together at once.

She floated away on a sweet dream. Cole stirred eventually, and the movement brought her back enough to remember they were lying on a public beach. She didn’t care. Nothing mattered right now. She was here, in one of the most perfect spots on Earth. She ran a hand up his chest and down his arm, feeling the rise and fall of his body, infusing her feelings into her touch.

Minutes passed before a car drove by, nudging her from her pleasure-induced haze and reminding her they shouldn’t push their luck. They needed to start moving soon. Reluctantly, she pulled herself up, but before she could stand, Cole reached out to take her arm, stopping her. “I want to look at you in the moonlight a little longer…you’re so perfect.”

He took the words right out of her mouth. The moonlight reflecting off his skin turned him into a perfect work of carved marble, like the statues of gods in the old museums. Just when she thought the night couldn’t get any better, she remembered they would have to get home by bike again, and there was nothing more perfect than that.

Chapter Twenty

Hours later, lying in Cole’s bed in his apartment, Jill propped herself up on an elbow and looked at him like something might be on her mind.

“What is it?” He traced a finger down her arm.

“I spilled some juice today, and when I went to get some paper towels, I saw an envelope on the counter. It had—it had been torn in half.”

He stiffened but continued to caress her with his finger, saying nothing.

“It was just there. I didn’t mean to violate your privacy.”

“Shh. It’s okay,” he said. “It’s just a letter… from my birth father.”

“I figured.”

He looked at her in surprise. Then, realization swept through him. “My mom told you about him, didn’t she?”

She nodded, giving him a sad smile. “She told me about the letters. It was another regret. Something she felt guilty about. That you never had a father.”

“I didn’t need a father. I had her. She was enough.”

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