Page 11 of Stranded With the Biker

“You did?” I asked, kinda turned on. I liked the fact we were somehow both attracted to one another.

“From the moment I spotted you and you smiled at me,” he confessed, making me just that more comfortable around him.

“I didn’t think you liked me,” I admitted and chewed on my bottom lip.

“Princess,” he groaned, rolling further into me, until the side of his body hovered over mine and his hands cupped my face. “I have a feeling I more than like you. I just didn’t know what to do about it.”

“And now?” I asked, my heart suddenly beating a little too fast in my chest. Anticipation curled low in my belly as warm, wet heat pooled between my thighs. So much I worried if he felt the material of my sleep pants, he’d encounter the wetness that had seeped through. “Do you know what to do about it now?”

“Piper.” There was no denying the crystal-clear warning in his voice.

“I like knowing you didn’t hate me,” I whispered, pulling my body up on my elbows so our faces were a little closer. The side of my breast brushed against his chest. Hugo’s eyes dropped down to it, and he licked his lips as if he was hungry. Starving.

“I could never hate you,” he murmured. His gaze turned hazy as it dropped to my mouth. “I’ve never felt this way, little one.”

“Little one? Princess… You like your nicknames.”

“I need you to know I’ve never liked anyone enough to give them one before.”

“And we just met.” My lips twitched. “I like you, too,” I admitted.

It was probably stupid. He was so much older and clearly a lot more experienced. But I didn’t believe in holding my feelings to myself. I had grown up with people who did that, and even if it meant I’d ended up heartbroken more than my fair share of times, I was always open about how I felt. I couldn’t resist the need to touch him either. My hand rose and stroked the soft, thin material at the center of his chest.

“I like you a lot,” I added. His nose flared.

“Daddy’s going to need you to quit being so damn sweet,” he advised.Daddy. Jesus. How the hell had he known that was exactly how I thought about him late at night when I couldn’t fall asleep? That it was what I called him in my dirty dreams I woke up from so frustrated and needy, my hand always dipped between my legs until I couldn’t breathe?

“Daddy?” I repeated softly. I’d never felt so connected to anyone on the face of the planet like I did in that moment. “Why does that sound so right?” I whispered, almost breathlessly.

“Because it is, little one.” Heat bloomed through me. I wasn’t sure which term of endearment I liked more. His big warm hand moved up to my hair, and he took a curl between his fingers. Stroking it lightly before he pulled on it. Watching as it stretched out like it was the most captivating thing he’d ever seen. Then he let it go and watched it bounce back into place. Unfathomable heat blazed in his gaze.

“You’re so fucking adorable.” He licked his lips. “Piper.” He swallowed, and something came over me. I might not be the typeto hold back my feelings, but it wasn’t like I begged anyone for attention. But once again, everything felt different with Hugo.

“Daddy, please,” I pleaded softly. My chest rose up and down, my breasts felt heavy and achy.

“Please what?” he growled. His eyes locked with mine. “Please what, little one?” His head dipped closer. His nose nudged mine. I felt cold and hot all at the same time. There might have been a crazy storm going on outside, but it was nothing like the hurricane of emotions inside of me.

“Kiss me, Daddy. I need your lips on mine,” I breathed out, hoping and wishing he would give me exactly what I wanted. I had no idea what it was about him. Men like him usually intimidated me. Big and muscular and way too good looking.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he cautioned, but I didn’t care. “I kiss you right now,”—his free hand took mine and moved it between us. My breathing turned choppy—“I touch you right now, I might not be able to stop.” The promise of what would happen tonight hung thickly in the air. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted everything. I doubted I’d ever been so needy, so achy, for anything in my entire life.

“Please, Daddy,” I repeated, knowing without a doubt that I was sealing my fate to his. “Kiss me.” The words hadn’t slipped past my tongue for a second before Hugo’s mouth crashed down on mine.

It was clear by the sheer hunger and dominance in his kiss that he was done trying to keep his distance from me.

It was like all his willpower snapped and primal need was all that was left. Our teeth scraped against each other, and his firm lips pressed against mine. My eyes shut as my body melted into his. He pulled me in closer. His hands moved to my lower back, pressing me against him. I moaned, and it was as if the sound spurred him on. He rolled us over, and my legs spread to make space for him.

“Holy fuck, princess. You taste so damn good,” he groaned, his mouth at my neck. The feeling of his lips on my skin had me squirming and writhing below him.

“Daddy,” I whined. Hugo growled. The hungry animalistic sound vibrated through him and settled at the base of my spine. My hands ran through his hair, surprised at how soft it was. I held on to him like my life depended on it.

“Fuck, you feel good.” His hand slipped down my torso and hovered at the waistband of the sleeping pants. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped. His voice sounded almost tortured. “Tell me to stop, pretty girl. I will. Fuck me, I will. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” The pads of his fingers pressed against my belly. “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. Tell me, princess,” he rasped. “Tell daddy what you want him to do.”

“Please,” I whispered even though my voice trembled. Not with fear or nerves but complete anticipation. “Please touch me.” I wasn’t above begging. “Please, Daddy.”

“Fucking hell,” he clipped. Hugo peeled his body off mine. He sat on his haunches before his hands moved to my waist and pulled my sleep pants down, leaving me in nothing but the tank top.

“Fuck. Bare?” He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he settled down on his belly and moved my legs over his shoulders. “Fucking hell, baby girl. Look at you.” His fingers caressed my labia. “So fucking pretty. And pink. And this hair.” He groaned like he was in pain. Heat hit my face. I’d shaved my legs, but I hadn’t cleaned up my downtown area.

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