Page 15 of Big Bossy Biker

“If you’re willing to put up with me,” Noah continues, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable, “if you’re willing to take on life with me, I don’t want to leave this town without you.”

Tears well up in my eyes, and I blink them back, feeling a rush of emotions so overwhelming that I can hardly breathe. He’s offering me a way out. He’s offering mehim—all of him. The road, the adventure, the unknown.

And I want it. I want him. I want it all.

I reach out, my fingers brushing against the helmet as I look up at him, tears streaming down my cheeks now. But they’re not tears of sadness. They’re tears of relief. Of joy. Of something I never thought I’d get.

“I—” My voice cracks, and I have to clear my throat before I can continue. “I want nothing more than to go with you.”

Noah’s face softens, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he pulls me into his arms, holding me close. And then he kisses me, deep and passionate, like he’s pouring every ounce of feeling he has into that one moment.

The world around us fades away, and all I can think about is the feel of his lips on mine, the warmth of his body against me, the way my heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I didn’t even know I needed.

The kiss deepens, and before I know it, we’re tangled up in each other, our hands roaming, our breaths coming faster. The heat between us is undeniable, and for a moment, I wonder if we’re about to lose ourselves right here in the parking lot.

But then Noah pulls back, his forehead resting against mine as he catches his breath.

“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice rough, his eyes searching mine. “You sure you want to put up with me?”

I nod, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m more than sure.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, I know that everything is going to be okay. Because no matter where the road takes us, I’m not going to be alone.

I’m going to be with him.

“Could you take me back to your room? There’s something I want to do.” My body is on fire with need and I know there’s only one person who can put this inferno out.

“Of course,” he say, and the way his eyes darken tells me he knows exactly what it is I want.

“Let me take you into my humble abode,” he says, reaching into the pocket of the jacket I’m wearing and pulling out the motel keys I gave him earlier in the week. That seems like it was an entire lifetime ago now.

I follow him up to his door, waiting as patiently as I can for him to let us in. The door creaks open, and he grabs my wrist to pull me in behind him. I drop my helmet when he pulls me into a heated kiss, pushing my back against the door as he closes it.

I gasp into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck. He responds with a growl, pushing himself completely against my body. I shudder at the promise of more to come.

While he’s kissing me, swiping the tip of his tongue across the seam of my lips, his hands slide down over my sides. His fingertips gently prod the curve of my waist before he grips myhips. Then, as if he’s trying to control himself, he tightens his hands.

That won’t do. I want him to lose control. I want him to take everything he wants from me.

“The bed,” I say, my words muffled by his mouth still hot and heavy against mine.

“You want to take this to the bed?” Noah asks, pulling back and looking at me with lust-blown eyes. When I nod, he chuckles darkly and kisses me again. “That can be arranged.”

He scoops me up, his hands cupping the swell of my ass. I squeak into his mouth, maintaining the kiss as best I can through the surprise. He carries me across the small room, gently settling me onto the mattress when we reach it.

“I’m going to undress you now,” he says, leaning over me and peppering my face with kisses before standing up straight.

He starts at the front of my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. He takes his time pulling them down my legs. The action in and of itself is like an act of foreplay. It’s so indulgent, and I’m not sure if it’s for him or me. I find that I like it more if he’s doing it for himself.

“Sit up for me,” he says when he drops the garment to the floor. When I dutifully do as he says, he praises, “That’s it, baby.”

My face gets hot as he slips his jacket from my shoulders. His touch grazes my arms, raising goosebumps in his wake. The leather pools around my waist, but his hands remain on mine. After a beat, he shifts to the hem of my shirt. As he slides it up my body, I lift my arms to allow him to remove it from my body.

“God,” he groans, staring down at me in nothing but my lacy bra and panties. “You’re so fucking perfect, Fiona. I can’t believe I get to have you.”

“I want you to have all of me,” I say, my eyes falling closed as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties. “All the time.”

In a quick movement, Noah gets rid of my panties and kisses me hard. After a few seconds, I feel his hands on the clasp of my bra. He takes it off of my body with his mouth still attached to mine.

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