Page 63 of Biker Daddy

He felt her hot moist breath against his neck. Her hurt was crushing him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight.

“Addi, you’re the fucking strongest woman I know.” He leaned his forehead against hers, keeping his eyes pinned to hers. “You’ve had to deal with so much and you’re still not only upright and functioning but an amazing person. Your parents were self-involved narcissists.” He released her face to wipe her tears away.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Neither of us deserved what we were dealt in life.” He kissed her mouth gently. “I love you, baby girl.” He would do whatever it took to keep her safe from his father and the Grinders.

“Drew?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Make love to me. Please.” Her eyes were glossy from emotion and he could see she was still haunted by her confession. He needed to take her mind elsewhere, bring her to a place she couldn’t think of her fucked-up childhood—a place she couldn’t think at all. One where they could both forget what they were up against.

“I thought you’d never ask.” His mouth quirked up to the side and she pressed her lips to his mouth. It started as a peck, but morphed, slowly, into a hot mating of tongues.

“I want to paint you,” he said, his voice husky with desire and breathy across her face. Her eyes fluttered open, widened and darted to his. Lifting her, he carried her, legs around him, her ass resting on his arms, out of the room. He watched her throat work as she swallowed.

“You’ve painted me hundreds of times.” She pointed to the various paintings of herself around the kitchen.

“That’s not what I meant, baby girl.” His crooked half smile had her biting her lip. She was nervous and he loved it. Her mind was already focused on what he would do to her, not on her mother, her father, or even her uncle.

He took her to the big bright room with all his painting supplies and let her down, loosening his tie and tearing his shirt open. He palmed her cheek and as he leaned down to her mouth, his fingers weaved through her hair and he gripped her head steady. His mouth took hers, thoroughly and completely, until her knees went slack and she had to wrap her arm around his neck. Her right hand stroked his bare chest. His free arm swung around her waist and he held her as her knees gave away fully.

When he set her back on her feet and pulled away, she looked dazed. He smiled fully then. He loved kissing this woman senseless.

Shedding his clothes, all but the tie, he stood naked before her. His cock, fully erect, glistening at the swollen tip where his pre-cum beaded for her. By the longing on her face, he could tell she wanted to touch him. And he wanted that, too. God, did he ever, but he wanted something else more.

“Stay.”

Her head bobbed eagerly and he grabbed a drop cloth and spread it out on a backless settee in the corner. Shoving away crates, easels, and anything else he could trip on, he pulled the couch to the middle of the room.

The lighting was perfect in the room with the cloudless sky. It would bathe her skin in a glow.

“You have a great ass, Drew.” His eyes shot to her and her face bloomed pink.

“Is that so, babe?” He smirked.

“Your penis is pretty magnificent, too.”

Tipping his head back, he laughed. She was too damn cute when she was nervous and the way she chewed the corner of her lip was making him ache with want. “It’s a cock, sugar—and if you keep nibbling your lip like that you’re going to make both my cock and I forget we’re gentlemen.”

Pulling his tie over his head, he nodded to the settee. “Sit.” Once she’d obeyed, he wrapped the tie around her head to cover her eyes and kissed her nose. “I fucking adore you.”

“You’re painting me with a tie around my eyes? Is this going to be the cover for another one of those novels?”

He just chuckled and started unbuttoning her dress.

She reached for his hand. “No!” Her face paled and all the playfulness gave way to her nerves. Her teeth sank deeply into her bottom lip.

“No?”

“I don’t want you to paint me naked. I…” Her voice cracked and he tilted her face up with his finger. She looked instantly calmer.

“Babe, do you still trust me?”

“Yes.” Her lip trembled when she released it, so he kissed it still. “But I…” Her mumbled words against his lips made his mouth quirk. God, she was adorable.

“You’re beautiful—every single part of you, inside and out—and you’re mine to do as I please with.”

“I don’t want my body, in all its inglorious detail, immortalized forever on canvas, Drew.”

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