Page 24 of Biker Under My Tree

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips a little swollen, and the look in her eyes nearly floored me. She looked dazed, maybe even a little shy, but her hands on me didn’t let go.

“Can’t believe you’ve been right here this whole time,” I said, my voice low. “Me, messing around in that garage, waiting for you to come by… pretending like I wasn’t watching you through your window.”

Her laugh was soft and breathy—the kind of sound that made my chest feel like it was caving in. She looked at me withthose bright, curious eyes, and it did something to me I couldn’t explain.

“You were watching me?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

I almost laughed at myself for letting that slip. “I mean, I’d catch sight of you sometimes…” I trailed off and realized there was no good way to make this sound like I hadn’t been watching her every single moment she was around. “Yeah, all right, I watched you a little. Probably shouldn’t have admitted that.”

But before I could feel like a complete idiot, she blurted out, “I watched you, too. Ever since you put those clear garage doors on, I couldn’t stop looking.” A shy smile played on her lips as she confessed, “Kelsi was always giving me crap about it.”

I leaned back a bit, eyebrows raised. “Seriously?”

She nodded, and her cheeks turned pink. “I thought for sure you knew. It always seemed like you were catching me.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle and let the relief and surprise roll over me. “Funny, I thought you were always catching me.”

She laughed again—a soft and sweet sound that went right through me. “Pretty sure I thanked God a few times that you put those clear garage doors on.”

I grinned. “I told myself I put them in so I could see customers coming… but we both know that’s a lie.”

Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer. “So we were both watching each other, thinking the other one didn’t know.”

“Seems like it.”

“And both of us were too chicken to do anything about it,” she added, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

“Hold on now,” I teased, narrowing my eyes. “I wouldn’t say I was chicken. Just… making sure you wanted me, too.”

Her gaze heated, and her lips parted slightly as she met my eyes. “Oh, I want you, Bones.”

God. Damn.

I didn’t need any more permission than that. I ran my hands down her back and took my time to feel the curves and soft warmth of her under my fingers. I didn’t stop until I reached her hips and pulled her against me. Her breath hitched, and I leaned in. I kissed her again. This time, slow and deep.

One of my hands slid lower, and I found the lush, full curve of her ass. She let out a little gasp that sent heat coursing through me, and I felt her fingers tighten on my shoulders.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low and rough.

“Then don’t stop,” she whispered as her hands slipped up into my hair. Her fingers threaded through, and she pulled me closer. The way she pressed into me, soft and eager, just about unraveled whatever control I thought I had.

“Snow,” I said. My voice came out a little harsher than I meant, but she didn’t back down. Didn’t even flinch. She just looked up at me with her eyes dark with that same desire I felt clawing its way up inside me.

“What?” she asked, her voice breathy, teasing, and daring me to say what I wanted.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not going to be able to hold back,” I warned as my hand roamed over the swell of her ass.

“Then don’t,” she whispered, her voice soft but confident. “No one is asking you to hold back.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled her in for another kiss, deeper this time, letting her know exactly how much I’d wanted this.

Wanted her.

She kissed me back just as fiercely, and her body pressed into mine like she was afraid to let go. Her warmth seeped into me and made it impossible to think straight. I’d wanted this moment for so damn long, but nothing I’d imagined came closeto the real thing. The feel of her, the taste of her—it was better than I’d ever thought possible.

I slipped my hands to her waist and lifted her effortlessly. She instinctively wrapped her legs around me and straddled my waist. Her body was soft and warm, and she felt perfect in my arms. I carried her over to the couch, set her down gently, and took a moment just to look at her.

She watched me with wide, eager eyes as I tugged my shirt off and tossed it aside. Snow scrambled to shed her own pants, and I couldn’t help but grin at her eagerness. But I wanted all of her.

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