Page 20 of The Biker's Red Christmas

"Well, you can get that out of your mind right now. I'm not fucking you, Lash. I can barely stand to be in the same room as you as it is."

"That'll change," he says like he has all the answers in the world.

"You got a response for everything, don't you?"

"I do when the writing is all over the wall. I'm not stupid, nor am I blind."

"Oh yeah? And what is it that you see?" I question, putting my plate down, no longer interested in the conversation we're having.

"I know you are going to fight me tooth and nail. You're going to get on my last nerve. You're not going to listen when I tell you something. I'm going to work harder than I've ever had to work for your trust, and I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it." He puts his food on the table now, getting closer to me, not letting his gaze break from mine. "The one thing I know for sure—it's written in stone, so there's no use in your trying to fight it."

"Yeah? What's that?" I whisper, my voice holding none of my usual fire.

"You're mine, Red. Claimed and taken. You better get used to having me in your life, because the only way to get rid of me is to stop me from breathing."

My mouth gapes open as I stare at him. He means it. He'll die before he lets me go. I should be scared. His feelings for me happened too fast and too quickly. I don't know anything about him, and he doesn't know anything about me. This is all wrong. But it feels so right.

"You might not think that's such a good idea once you get to know me," I mutter, feeling myself getting even closer to him.

"I'm all for making bad choices. It's made me the man I am today. I already know you're going to be one bad choice I'll never regret."

My heart hammers in my chest. The tension is too thick. I'm feeling too much. I want this. I shouldn't, but I do. Before I have a chance to overthink any more, I reach forward and grab the back of his neck, yanking him closer to me before I slam my mouth to his in a kiss so scalding that the burn on my hand feels like a feather's touch. He growls in response, and before I know it, all my reservations about this man vanish like mist in the air. He's claiming me as his, and I'm excited to see exactly what that means.

9

LASH

Fuck. Yes. My body explodes with need as Sienna grabs hold of me and pulls me into a kiss. Instantly, any thoughts about finishing my meal vanish. My hands wrap around her small, indented waist, and I lift her body so she's straddling me. She's wild and passionate—exactly how I love my women. Her hands dig into my hair, where she pulls roughly, lacing pain through my scalp. It's not enough to get me to stop. I'm pretty sure nothing is going to get me to stop.

I tug her closer to my body, that way her hot core is pressed right above my cock. I'm harder than I've been in a while. Ever since I've met her, all I can think about is what it would feel like to be balls deep in Sienna. I want her more than I want my next breath of air.

I drop my hand to her lower hip and work her back and forth just so I can get some friction. I feel like I'm going to come right here in my pants, but I don't give a fuck. I'll take whatever this woman is willing to give me. I'm hoping it's everything. That's what I want from her. I want all she is.

She gasps when I hit just the right spot, but I only move my lips down the column of her throat and suck on the side of her neck. She shivers on top of me and clenches tighter.

"Lash, oh... oh Lash," she whimpers as I continue to work her over.

"I want you to scream that shit. I want the neighbors to come in asking for tips," I mutter against her skin, and she groans both in annoyance and need.

"I hate you. This doesn't change anything," she puffs out, which only causes me to laugh.

"I don't care. Hate me all you want, just don't fucking stop."

I'm scared for a brief second when she does that. She pushes back from me but only to slide her hands under my kutte and push it off my shoulders before she reaches down and pulls up my T-shirt. I make quick work of the Simpsons shirt she's wearing and am slightly pissed off when I see she has a bra on too. I don't have time for all this shit. I need to get inside her now.

"When you're with me, you don't wear these anymore," I growl as I reach around and unhook the bra from her body.

She moans when I lean her back even more and dip my head to suck on one of her nipples. I make sure she has a good grip on me when I let go of her waist and use my free hand to massage the other side of her chest.

My body is pulsing with need. I feel pre-cum dripping out from my slit, wetting my underwear in the process. I have to slow this down, or I'm not going to last.

"Hold onto me, Red," I grunt out, and she latches tighter. In one swift motion, I get to my feet and rush to the back where her bedroom is. My eyes quickly dart to her nightstand, but I decide against bringing out her vibrator to play. Tonight I want her all to myself. I'm more than capable of pleasing her, and if I'm not, I'm going to learn every way until I become a pro.

I drop her on the bed with a bounce and stand over her, just looking down at her beautiful body. Her chest heaves up and down with the deep breaths she's taking.

"Lash," she whimpers and puts her hands out, beckoning me forward. She's my own personal siren. I can't deny her.

I don't fall on top of her. Instead, I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and yank down her pajama pants. She's wearing a thong. These I approve of much more than the bra.

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