Page 27 of Bringing Home the Biker

“Why not?” His lips trailed down to my jaw, then my neck. Each kiss sent a thrill through me.

“We’re in the kitchen!” I hissed, though my hands betrayed me as they slid into his hair. “Someone could walk in any second.”

He pulled back enough to look into my eyes. “Your mom, Jim, Rickie, and Davis are all taking a nap, and your sister’s outside. We’ll hear them if they come in.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he kissed me again, and all coherent thought evaporated. The way he held me, the warmth of his hands against my skin, and the way he whispered my name—it made me forget everything else.

“Okay,” I finally murmured against his lips.

“Okay,” he repeated, and a satisfied grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

It wasn’t just hunger or impulse—it was the way he made me feel seen, safe, and wanted.

Axel didn’t say another word, but the intensity in his gaze spoke volumes. He pulled his jeans down just enough, and his hands returned to my thighs as I sat perched on the edge of the counter. “This skirt,” he murmured, and his lips brushed my ear, “you’re only allowed to wear skirts from now on.”

A surprised laugh bubbled out of me. “Oh, is that so?”

He slid his hands up the bare skin of my legs and pushed the fabric higher. “I like the easy access,” he said, and his voice was low and rough.

I shook my head. “Only if you wear gray sweatpants more often,” I countered.

“Deal,” he growled, and his hands gripped my thighs to pull me closer to the edge.

His movements were swift as he pushed my underwear aside with practiced ease. His touch sent a jolt of anticipation through me. Then he was there, inside me, and the world seemed to stop.

The connection between us was instant, deep, and overwhelming. He moved within me slowly at first, as though savoring the moment. His forehead rested against mine. The angle was perfect and sent shivers through my body with every motion. I clung to him, my fingers tangled in his hair, desperate to keep him close.

His hands tightened on my hips, but one slid lower. His fingers teased against my clit in a way that made my breath hitch. My head fell back as he pressed his lips to my neck and trailed kisses that left heat and urgency in their wake.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with emotion.

I answered with a soft gasp, and my arms wrapped tighter around him. Every movement drew us closer, our bodies perfectly in sync, and the rest of the world seemed to fall away.

“Axel,” I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion.

The rhythm between us built steadily, each movement drawing us closer to the edge. Axel’s hand tightened on my thigh while his other continued its teasing, his touch igniting sensations that left me breathless. My fingers gripped his shoulders for support, the world narrowing down to just him—his body, his touch, his presence.

“Star,” he rasped, his voice strained, his forehead pressed to mine. “You feel so damn good.”

My name on his lips sent a wave of emotion crashing through me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Axel,” I whispered, and my voice trembled. “I’m so close.”

His lips found mine, the kiss deep and consuming. “Come for me, honey,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with restraint.

It was all I needed. My body tightened, every nerve alight, and I shattered around him, the release so overwhelming I cried out, clinging to him as waves of pleasure washed over me.

The intensity of my climax must have pushed him over the edge, too, because he followed with a groan. He gripped my hips firmly and buried himself deeper as his body shuddered against mine. His breaths came ragged and uneven. His forehead dropped to my shoulder as he held me tightly, as though letting go wasn’t an option.

We stayed like that for a moment, tangled together and catching our breaths. Neither of us wanted to break the spell. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his hands cradling my face.

“I’m pretty sure I have a cookie stuck to my butt,” I blurted.

For a second, Axel just stared at me, and then he broke out into a deep, hearty laugh. I panicked and pressed my hand against his mouth. “Shhh, you’re going to wake up everyone!”

He tried to stifle his laughter, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. “You’re a nut, Star,” he said, his voice low and affectionate.

I pouted, though I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, maybe next time you won’t pin me to a counter covered in cookie crumbs.”

He held me tightly for a moment, then released me with a smirk and stepped back to button his jeans. “Worth it,” he murmured, as his gaze didn’t leave me.

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