Page 20 of Bringing Home the Biker

I lifted her easily, and her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist. She felt perfect there as if she were made to fit against me.

I crossed the short space back to the bed. I laid her down gently and covered her with my body. She looked up at me with her hair spread out across the pillow like a halo, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from my kiss.

“Axel,” she whispered as her voice trembled. “Are you sure?”

Sure? Was I sure? I let my gaze wander over her and took in every detail. I’d been sure for years, but nothing had ever felt as certain as this moment.

“I’m fucking sure, honey,” I murmured and brushed my thumb across her cheek.

The tension between us snapped like a rubber band stretched too tight for too long.

And then, there was no going back.

Her breath came in short, uneven gasps as she looked up at me, her wide eyes catching the low light. I could feel her heart racing against mine, and her hands trembled slightly where they rested on my shoulders. But there was no hesitation in her gaze—just an unspoken question, a hope I was determined to answer.

I dipped my head and kissed her again. This time, it was slower and deeper. It wasn’t just hunger—it was need, pure and simple. Her fingers slid into my hair and tugged lightly as her lips moved with mine, matching my rhythm.

My hand roamed down her side and brushed over the curve of her hip. Her body arched into me; her soft moan was swallowed by the kiss. She felt so damn good. So right that it sent a jolt of electricity straight through me.

“Star,” I murmured against her lips, my voice rougher than I intended.

“Yeah?” she whispered, her breath warm against my cheek.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, and my thumb brushed over her jaw. “You’re driving me insane.”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she smiled—a small, shy thing that only made me want her more. “Good,” she said softly.

I chuckled low in my throat. “Oh, honey, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

I leaned in and trailed kisses down her neck; I lingered at the hollow of her throat. Her hands tightened in my hair, and her back arched slightly as a soft sound escaped her.

“Axel…” Her voice was a plea, barely audible but impossible to miss.

I let my hands slide to the hem of her shirt and paused only long enough to meet her gaze. She nodded and bit her lip, and I pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside.

For a moment, I just looked at her and let my eyes trace every inch of her newly bared skin. She was beautiful—every curve, every detail—and it hit me all over again how much I wanted her.

“Perfect,” I murmured and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. Then I moved lower and savored the way her breath hitched with every touch.

Her hands were on me again, and she fumbled with the button of my jeans. She hesitated as her fingers trembled slightly.

“Hey,” I said softly and caught her hand. She looked up with uncertainty in her eyes.

“Is this okay?” I asked and brushed a strand of hair from her face. If she had any doubt in her mind about us, I would stop right there. I wanted her to want this as much as I did.

She nodded, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I want this. I want you.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I helped her take the rest of her clothes off, and the last barrier between us fell away as the space between us disappeared completely. The heat of her skin against mine was intoxicating, and her touch was like a brand I didn’t want to shake.

I kissed her again. Harder this time, and she responded with the same fervor as her hands explored every inch of me they could reach. Her nails raked lightly down my back; I groaned, and the sound vibrated against her lips.

Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. The feel of her, the way she fit against me, sent my control spiraling. I braced myself on my forearms, caging her in but careful not to crush her.

“Star,” I murmured and pressed my forehead to hers.

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world stopped. It wasn’t just heat between us—it was something deeper, something that had been building for years.

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