Page 11 of Guarded By a Broody Biker

I shrug. “These are comfy too.”

He eyes them doubtfully, and I don’t blame him. These shorts are so tight they ride up the crack of my ass, and my topbares so much of my chest that I shiver. There’s only one reason for me to put these clothes on, and it’s right there, straining against Axel’s fly. Is his bulge as big as it seems? If it weren’t an insane thing to do, I’d try to measure it with my hands.

But with any luck, I won’t need these clothes for much longer. Not if Axel gives in to the taut hunger that’s clear in every line of his body; not if he strips me bare and does whatever he likes with me. Woozy heat fills me at the thought.

But… maybe it’s nuts to place all my trust in a man I only met a few hours ago, especially after the last guy I sort-of-dated turned out to be a complete worm. For a split second, doubt pierces me, and I tug carefully at Axel’s hold on my wrist.

He lets go immediately and settles back in the armchair—puts some distance between us, even though his gaze is still glued to my body.

I’m relieved and disappointed, all in one go.

“You got a sweatshirt or something?” Axel sucks the front of his teeth, still eyeing my dips and curves like he’s trying to commit them to memory. “Might be less… distracting.”

“Sure, I can put something on.” I don’t move, though. Not yet. Not until I’ve fully tried my luck. “But do you really need to focus when you’re guarding me in such a small room?”

Dark eyes whip up to mine. My bare toes scrunch into the threadbare rug, and my insides are so jittery right now that I can barely stand still.I want him, I want him, I want him.

“It seemed like you scared Peter pretty good earlier.”

Axel grunts in agreement, still staring like I’ve got him under some spell. His broad chest rises and falls beneath his dark red t-shirt.

“And the best way to be sure I’m safe is to keep me close, right?” I take a shaky step nearer. “Realclose.”

Axel makes a winded noise. Like I just kicked him in the gut.

And—

Can’t believe I’m saying all this. Can’t believe I’d ever be so bold.

Because I never, ever do stuff like this. Even after datingthat guy, I’ve still never kissed a man in my whole life. No one’s ever tempted me close or seemed worth the hassle; no one’s ever made my heart race or my breath turn ragged.

Honestly, I thought maybe my wiring was different. When I broke up with Peter, I declared to the universe that I was done even trying.

But ever since my first glimpse of Axel this morning, ever since this big, brutal biker loomed over me in the market… there’s been an itch under my skin. Aneed.

I want his scarred hands on my bare skin. Want his hot breath in my ear and his teeth at my throat; want him to push my legs wide and lay claim.

“I’m on duty,” Axel says at last, but his voice is pure gravel.

“Like I said.” I wet my lips, gather all my courage, then climb carefully onto my bodyguard’s lap. “Better keep me close.”

The groan that Axel lets out—it sounds dredged from the bottom of his soul. He grabs my hips and grinds my ass down against his rock-hard bulge, bucking his own hips up to meet mine.

Yes.Thank god.

And it’s hot and strained and blurry, both of us clawing to get closer to the other, our desperate noises blending with the shoot-out in the Western movie. The itch under my skin is overwhelming now, making me whimper and writhe, and no matter how hard I cling to Axel’s body… it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

My bodyguard grips a handful of my hair and draws my head back. I pant rapidly, watching him with hazy eyes, silently begging him todo it, whatever he’s considering, whatever he’s tempted by.Do it.

Axel growls, then lunges forward and kisses me hard.

His beard is softer than I expected, tickling my cheeks as we kiss. I plunge both hands into his messy dark hair and give as good as I get, nipping at his lower lip and sucking his tongue into my mouth.

Axel draws in a sharp breath and bucks up beneath me.

And hey, maybe I’m not experienced or polished at this, maybe I don’t have any fancy tricks or techniques, but I do havesomethinggoing for me: I kiss this man like he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. The best thing I’ve ever felt. And best of all, it’s one hundred percent true, because kissing Axel is like those dreams I get sometimes where I can fly, swooping over the city rooftops.

“Jem.” He says my name like an oath, tilting my head to one side to kiss my neck. The scrape of his teeth makes my belly flutter.

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