Page 7 of A Christmas Surprise for the Biker

“Oh god,” she moans, her fingers digging into my hair, holding me to her.

I lavish attention on her breasts, switching from one to the other until she’s writhing beneath me. Moving lower, I kiss every inch of her skin like it’s sacred ground. Because to me, it is.

This woman is a fucking goddess and I’ll worship her until the day I die.

When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I pause, looking up at her. Her eyes are hazy with desire, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice rough. I need to hear her say it, need to know she wants this as much as I do.

She nods, her breath hitching. “Yes,” she whispers. “Please, Legend. It’s been too long.”

Fuck yes it has.

With shaking hands, I pop the button of her jeans and slowly slide down the zipper. Brae lifts her hips, helping me as I pull them down her legs, taking her socks and shoes with them.She’s sprawled out before me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties.

Sitting back on my heels, I take a moment to just look at her.

She’s perfect. Every curve, every line, every freckle—all thoughts halt when I notice the silver strips around her belly. Reverently, I reach out to touch them.

“Legend—” Brae moves her hand to stop me, but I bat it away.

“Don’t try to fucking hide from me, Brae. These,” I smooth my fingers across her belly. “These are so goddamn sexy.”

“They’re not,” she whispers.

My chest rumbles as I snatch her hand into mine and press it against my aching cock. “You feel that?”

Her cheeks turn a shade of crimson. Brae’s always been shy in the bedroom, something I fucking love about her. Her honesty—her innocence.

“You’re beautiful, Brae. And these—” I shake my head in pure fucking wonder. How do I make her see the fact that it was my son she carried inside her body is fucking everything?

My dick gives a hard kick against my zip, reminding me it’s been over a year since he’s seen any action.

“Gonna work on that shit in your head later. Right now, I need to fuck you,” I admit as I smooth my hands up her legs, starting at her ankles and continuing to move up, up, up.

She shivers under my touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Please, Legend. Please stop teasing me,” she begs.

I growl, loving the sound of my name on her lips. It’s been far too long since I’ve heard it.

“It’s Christmas Eve, baby. I want to enjoy opening my present,” I say, my eyes locked on the damp spot on her panties, showing me how much she wants this.

How much she wants me.

It’s a heady feeling.

She groans in frustration, but I ignore her protest as I lean down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

Braelynn jolts, a soft cry escaping her lips.

Fuck yes.

I do it again.

And again.

And again, moving higher until I’m at the edge of her panties and her scent fills my nostrils.

“This what you want, Brae?” I hook my fingers under the lace and pull, slowly sliding them down her legs.

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