Page 61 of The Biker Needs A Nanny

“I get that.”

“Even when you don’t think you can do it, you have to get up and find something, some way to appreciate every day. We never know how many we have, do we?”

“You sick or something?” He tries to make a joke.

“No.” I smile and shake my head. “At least the girls have you. After my grandmother died, I truly had no one.” Tears roll down my cheeks, and I try to huff a laugh. “This is why I don’t talk about myself.”

He pulls me against him. “You made it through, though. Against all the odds. And you’re a really great person, despite life being stacked against you. I admire that. Really, I do. It must have been so hard. But, you’re here now, and I’m so glad.”

“This has been the best few weeks I’ve ever had,” I whisper.

He pulls me in for a kiss.

It’s sweet and feels like there’s a real connection between us, like this isn’t just sexual attraction.

The sun sinks below the horizon and the skies turn purple. The wind kicks up, and I feel the chill.

Lucky pulls back. “Let’s go inside. I’ll build a fire.”

I sit on the sofa and watch him stack wood and kindling. Soon it flares to life, the logs crackling and popping. I stare into the orange flames as they lick upward.

The lights from the Christmas tree twinkle in the corner, and I take in a deep breath of pine.

“There’s nothing like a fresh tree. I’ve never had one before,” I say softly.

He’s squatted by the hearth but twists to look at it. “They’re a mess with all the needles, though.”

“I don’t care. I love it. It’s worth the trouble of cleaning up.”

“I suppose you’re right. It is pretty.”

He stands, his knees cracking, and takes a fur throw off the loveseat, spreading it on the floor in front of the fire. Then his eyes capture mine. “C’mere.”

I’m hypnotized by his gaze and stand, coming to him.

He sits and pats the spot next to him. When I join him, he pulls my foot to his lap and unlaces my shoe, pulling it free and tossing it aside. Then moves to the other.

“Better?”

I nod.

He kicks his off and leans on his elbows, his ankles crossed.

I watch the fire for a bit. “This is nice.”

Lucky takes my hand and tugs until I’m sprawled across his chest. We stare into each other’s eyes, and he brushes the hair from my face. His fingers slide to my nape, and he pulls my mouth to his.

My arms encircle his neck, and I moan into his kiss. He’s skilled at this—better than any man I’ve been with.

His hands stray to my ass and pull me flush against him and I feel his growing erection between us.

One of his hands closes over my breast, and even through my shirt, I feel his thumb brush back and forth over my nipple making it harden into a tight nub. The sensation sends desire shooting through me, dragging a moan up my throat that vibrates into his mouth.

A moment later, he rolls us both, and then I’m flat on my back with his weight pinning me down. It’s the most delicious feeling.

He tears his mouth from mine to trail across my jaw, down my throat, to my collarbone. His fingers curl in the neckline of my shirt and drag it and my bra cup down until my breast pops free.

He doesn’t hesitate before closing his hot mouth over the tight bud of my nipple. When he sucks hard, my back arches, and I thrust my breast up for more.

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