Page 16 of The Bikers Redemption

What the fuck is he doing? God, he is killing me. When he stood there naked in front of me, only a few feet away, I swear I felt myself get wet when my eyes froze on his enormous penis. Harley is so sure of himself, not caring that he’s as naked as the day he was born.

In the past, walking around naked in our bedroom was a natural thing to do. I’ve never been self-conscious about my body, especially in front of Harley, because he always made me feel sexy and gorgeous.

If I thought Harley had a beautiful and sexy body back then, I don’t know how to describe his form now. He has more ridges and muscles under his skin than I remember. I know he loves going to the gym, but this body is just perfection.

Watching him through the mirror as he looks back at me has my heart beating so fast I’m sure I will faint.

His gaze is mesmerizing and something I can’t explain.

I’m on the verge of throwing the sheets off and following him into the bathroom so he can have his way with me. He’s just so different—the same but different. His eyes are filled with so much emotion I can’t help but be mesmerized by them.

I know he wants me to follow him in there, but I can’t. I can’t let this happen, even if my body is trembling with the urge for him to fill me, making me shiver with each passing second. My need for him is stronger than ever before.

Finally, he breaks contact, and I let out my breath, trying to control my racing heart. My body is all sticky and flustered. I would like to take a shower, but I don’t think now is the time. No, I need to look away and not follow him as he enters the shower and turns on the faucet.

Fuck me.I feel like I’m going to come out of my skin. I’ve never been as turned on as I am at this moment, watching water cascade down his muscled back.

Finding this all too much, I pull the sheets down, jump out of bed, and look out the window. It faces a backyard that has a fire pit in the middle with chairs around it and a patio with a barbecue, more chairs, and a table. From what I’ve seen of this home, it’s quite beautiful, which I find odd for a house owned by bikers.

The water shuts off, and I hear footsteps but don’t turn around. I don’t need to. I know Harley has made his way to me and is standing only a few inches behind me. The heat of his body radiates through my T-shirt to my skin, and my eyes fall closed when he leans in and kisses my neck.

“What are you looking at, baby?”

Turning to face him, I thank the gods when I notice he has his bits covered with a towel around his waist.

“I’m trying to work out how I’m going to escape.”

He smiles and looks over my shoulder out the window. “You’d break your neck if you tried to jump outthatwindow,” he says, lifting his chin.

Shrugging and needing to get away from the manly scent of his soap, I make my way around him and head to my bag on the chair in the corner, grabbing a fresh pair of panties and bra, and this time, I decide on my denim shorts and a T-shirt.

I didn’t pack many spare clothes because Luca and my plans were to spend the night at the hotel and then have one night at home before we flew to Mexico, so after this pair of panties, I will have nothing left to wear.

Turning to face him, I say, “You know, Harley, I can’t live on the small number of clothes I have with me. I’m going to need more.”

“We’ll go shopping back in Houston and get you some,” he explains, shaking his head as water sprinkles from it.He is just beautiful.

“Or you could take me home, and I can get my own clothes.”

He smiles, “Yeah, not gonna happen, babe.”

Sighing, I reply, “It was worth a try.” With that, I head into the steamy bathroom, shutting the door behind me. He might have no issues showering in front of me, but I’m not ready for that. I can’t be vulnerable to him, and being naked will give him the wrong impression, even if my body wants it more than ever.

Not long later, I make my way out of the bathroom, fully dressed and feeling better. The smell of coffee hits my senses, and I find an empty bedroom with coffee and toast placed on a tray on the bed. I smile, remembering how Harley used to bring me breakfast most mornings. I have to say I miss those days when I would stay over at the clubhouse after a late night or because we couldn’t stand to be apart from one another.

Those were great memories—including waking up to his kisses and staying in bed until my stomach growled with hunger—and ones I will always treasure. We would have spent the night in all kinds of positions having sex, followed by multiple orgasms. I would wake up in the morning with toast and coffee in bed while he had club business to take care of.

Those mornings were the happiest times of my life.

Grabbing my brush from my bag, I face the mirror on top of the dresser and comb my hair, removing all the knots.

The door opens, and Harley walks in with his coffee.

He looks over to the bed where the toast is sitting. “You haven’t eaten.”

Shrugging, I say, “I’m not really that hungry.”

He stands behind me and watches me through the mirror. Our eyes meet, and he takes a sip of his coffee. “You need to eat, babe. We’ve got a long ride ahead.”

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