Page 17 of Biker Daddy's Girl

After Luke forces his shoulders to relax, he pauses for a moment, as if debating something in his head. "You might want to go back to the house and get ready for the day if you aren't able to sneak a few more hours of sleep in.”

I shrug. “Sure. I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable, I just figured since you saw me in this last night…”

“Baby girl, trust me,” Luke starts, “I’m far from uncomfortable. It’s just that I can see a lot more of you through that outfit in the daylight than I could last night, and it's about to get me in trouble."

I look down at what I'm wearing and immediately flush. I didn't think the thin fabric of these pajamas was very revealing at all, but in the bright sunshine streaming through the open door, I could definitely see my nipples pressing against the fabric and a shadow of what lay beneath the flimsy material.

My eyes snap back up to Luke, my lips parting in shock. He's trying hard not to smile, his lips pressed firmly together and his jaw tense with what looks like an effort to stay quiet. My body immediately reacts to the look in his eyes and the heat emanating from his skin. My heart races and my stomach feels like a hoard of butterflies have taken up residence. I don't know what it is about this man, but the more he looks at me, the more I feel like my body is going up in flames.

He's the sexiest man I've ever met, and even though it's completely unlike me to have any thoughts in the gutter at all, I feel a pang between my legs at his words, his tone of voice, his look … his everything.

"Luke," I say, my voice coming out a bit shaky and unsteady. I swallow hard, trying to steady myself. I have no idea how I'm going to handle being around this man, this force of nature, and I suddenly feel a wave of nervousness. "What … what do you mean, trouble?" I ask, biting my lower lip.

He takes another step toward me. In my fuzzy slippers, the difference in our height is even more evident than usual. I tilt my head up to look him in the face as he gazes down at me. His blue eyes are smoldering, the intensity of his gaze almost too much for me to take in. My legs feel like they're made of jelly. I'm suddenly very glad that he's standing close enough to catch me if I start to fall.

"I mean," Luke says slowly, his voice a low rumble, "that you are so goddamn beautiful and tempting in those clothes that it's making me think all sorts of thoughts about what I'd like to do to you, Emma."

My jaw drops slightly, my heart beating so loudly in my ears that I'm not sure I heard him correctly. I should take his advice and go back to the house. I've had an eventful 24 hours, only a few hours of sleep, and I have an exam in a few hours. I really should listen to him.

But I don't. Keeping my hands as steady as I can, I set my own coffee cup down on the concrete floor, knowing good and well that the loose shirt is gaping at the neck and giving him an even better view than before. What has gotten into me?

Standing up straight again, I ask, "What sorts of things?" My voice trembles ever so slightly. It's as if he's cast a spell on me. I feel a pull to him that's almost overwhelming, like I'm a planet caught in his orbit.

Luke shakes his head slowly. His blue eyes are blazing, his full lips pressed into a tight line. He takes another step towards me, bringing our bodies almost close enough to touch. The scent of his cologne and the heady masculine aroma of his sweat make my head swim.

I don't know if it's the lack of sleep or the emotional exhaustion I'm still feeling, but I feel like my knees are going to give out. I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment, steadying myself. I can't let him see how much he's affecting me.

When I open my eyes again, I find that he's moved even closer to me, so that we're now only a few inches apart, his strong presence enveloping me like a cocoon.

He lifts one hand slowly and reaches out to touch my face, cupping my cheek gently in his rough, calloused palm. The contrast between his tough exterior and his tenderness is intoxicating, making me weak in the knees all over again.

I feel like my whole body is on fire. The mere touch of his skin against mine sends waves of desire through my veins, and I find myself leaning into him, wanting more. I can't believe the effect he's having on me. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before.

"What sorts of things, Luke?" I repeat. I know that he hears me this time because I feel his hand tighten slightly, pulling me in even closer to him.

His face is now only inches from mine, our bodies practically pressed together. The smell of him, the warmth, the electricity are almost too much to bear.

He gazes down at me with a smoldering look, his blue eyes filled with intensity and desire.

"I mean that I'm thinking about kissing you again, Emma." He pauses for a moment, seemingly wrestling with something inside of himself. "But this time I won't stop there. I mean, that I want to strip those clothes off you, spread your legs, and make you feel every inch of my thick cock."

The bluntness of his desires is a shock to my senses. And yet, at the same time, his words ignite a fire deep within me, a desire for more.

He pauses for a moment, giving me the chance to process what he's just said. To push him away if that's what I want to do. I take a breath and hold it, knowing I have a choice to make. But my heart, body, and soul already know the answer, and I reach up, pull his face to mine, and kiss him.

And just like that, his hands are on my body, sliding down my waist to grip my hips, pulling me closer until we are chest to chest, hips to hips. Our bodies seem to fit perfectly together, like two puzzle pieces locking into place. His mouth is hot and hungry against mine, our tongues tangling in an urgent dance of desire. His stubble is rough against my skin, but I don't care. All I can think about is the feel of his body against mine and the taste of his mouth.

My fingers tangle in his hair as we kiss, pulling him closer and closer as the fire inside me builds to a crescendo. His hands are everywhere now, roaming over my body with hunger and possessiveness. He cups my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he grinds his hips against me. I can feel his hardness through his jeans, pressing against my center, and a small moan escapes my lips.

Luke's hands are on the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head and throwing it to the ground. The air in the garage is cool against my bare skin, and I gasp at the sudden exposure. My nipples are already hard and sensitive, and Luke's fingers find them easily. He teases and pinches them gently as I squirm against him, pleasure coursing through my body.

Then he's kissing me again, backing me up towards his tool bench until the back of my legs bumps against it. Luke sweeps the tools to the floor, and they clatter loudly against the concrete floor, but I barely hear it at all. He lifts me to sit on the edge of the bench now, and the coolness of the metal against my skin contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from him.

We break our kiss for only a moment as he tugs my sleep pants down my legs and tosses them aside, leaving me naked before him. The vulnerability of being on display like this only adds to my arousal. I know that the only thing on his mind is how much he wants me right now. It's an intoxicating feeling, and I lean into it. Having Luke still completely dressed makes this even more erotic, but there's something teasing at the corner of my mind. Something I need to tell him right now, and I'm going to, except he's kissing down my neck, and now his lips are hovering over my nipples.

I pull his head up with my hands.

"Wait! Wait, Luke." He pulls back, eyes burning, looking at me like I'm crazy. I'm panting, struggling to form words with my mind like this, but I force it out, "I'm, well … I'm a virgin."

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