Page 10 of Stranded With the Biker

“If that’s what you want.” I shrugged, trying to act like I didn’t care, but it wasn’t easy. Not when the ease I’d felt slipped away and I suddenly felt incredibly awkward. Maybe everythingI’d thought was going on between us was one-sided? Maybe what I had thought was the best first kiss ever had only been that way on my end? Oh god, how embarrassing would that be?

“What I want?” He frowned. I didn’t even get a chance to blink before he was standing right in front of me, pulling my body flush up against his. “Princess, does this feel like I want to sleep on a chair?” There was no denying the very thick, very long bulge pressed against my belly.

“Hugo,” I gasped.

“Now, my offer was so you could feel comfortable around me. I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re pretty good at the whole communication thing?” I whispered, and he chuckled roughly.

“Baby, no one has ever told me that.” His lips twitched. “Other than maybe my brothers in arms and in my club.”

“Club?”

“Motorcycle,” he clarified.

“Oh.” I licked my lips and loved the way his hand cupped the side of my face. His palm was warm and a little calloused, but the sensation only made me feel more alive than I had ever felt. “I’d like to share the bed. If that’s okay with you,” I whispered and felt him lean forward. Everything in my body braced with anticipation for a kiss that never came. Instead, his lips pressed to the side of my face, and he softly kissed my temple.

“Good girl,” he praised. My thick thighs immediately clenched together to find some relief. Good grief, the man was like sex on a stick. And even if it was only for a night, I was going to try to get my fill of him. Maybe getting stranded with a biker wasn’t such a bad thing?

We settled into the cushion-made bed. “Where did you find these?”

“There was a couch in Santa’s village,” he shared. “Made an okay base for a bed.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, glancing up at him. We were lying on our sides, facing one another, each of us tucked in with a large blanket I had crocheted and yet to sell. Though, after tonight, I doubted I’d want to. No matter what happened, I would keep it for the memory of the night the big grouchy biker softened towards me and gave me a kiss to ruin the memory of all other kisses.

I wonder what other memories he can ruin?the sex-hungry vixen inside me wondered, and he shifted, raising a manly dark brow.

“What was that look about?”

“What look?” I smiled, trying to act innocent while very well knowing the blush on my face gave me and my naughty thoughts away.

“You know what look.” His voice dropped as he scooted in closer. When I didn’t say anything, he decided to drop it.

“This is nice,” he noted, and I blinked.

“What is?” I asked. “The blanket?” I guessed. He shook his head slowly. Those dark soulful eyes dropped to my mouth, making them tingle for another kiss.

“It’s a nice blanket, don’t get me wrong, princess, but I think you know what I’m talking about. Being here with you. Lying like this… I don’t think I’ve ever done this kinda thing.”

“Never married?” I blurted, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Nope.” The ‘p’ popped. “Never married.”

“Or ever in a serious relationship?” He shook his head, and my eyes widened for a split second. How the hell was that possible? “But you’ve cuddled with someone like this, right? I mean, you’re like?—“

“Forty-two,” he cut in. His keen gaze never wavered from mine. “Is that too old for you?” he asked slowly. There was something in his eyes, almost like worry, staring back at me.

“No.” I swallowed. “Forty-two isn’t too old. I’m twenty-seven.”

“Really?” That seemed to surprise him, and I giggled.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were younger for some reason.”

“Now, does that make me too old for you? You one of those guys who like to date women under twenty-five, like Leonardo DiCaprio?” I teased, but his expression turned stormy.

“Not at all. Fuck, Piper, I was worried you’d think I was too damn old for you. I felt like a dirty, old man all week, watching you and wanting your from afar.” His confession made my nipples tighten beneath my thin tank.

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