Page 71 of Baby for the Bikers

“Want to see upstairs?” he asks abruptly. “The apartment above the garage. Sometimes we stay there when it gets late.”

I know I should say no. Should get on my bike and head home, away from temptation. Away from the pull I feel whenever any one of the Kane brothers is near.

“Yes,” I say instead.

The apartment is surprisingly spacious—an open floor plan with industrial touches that somehow feel warm rather than cold. Large windows overlook Main Street, and a worn leather couch faces a TV that looks barely used.

“Not what I expected,” I admit, running my fingers along a bookshelf filled with manuals and novels alike.

“What did you expect?” Ryder moves closer, his heat at my back, making my skin prickle with awareness.

“I don’t know. Something more…” I search for the word.

“Masculine?” His breath stirs my hair. “Spartan?”

“Temporary,” I settle on finally. “This feels like a home.”

“It was, for a while.” His hands settle on my hips, light enough that I could step away if I wanted to. “After we first came back to town.”

I don’t step away. Instead, I lean back slightly, letting my body make contact with his. His sharp intake of breath is the only indication that he’s affected.

“Ryder…” I begin, not sure what I’m going to say.

He doesn’t let me finish. His lips find the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, and rational thought dissolves. His kissesare soft at first, almost reverent, nothing like the desperate hunger of our first encounter.

I turn in his arms, needing to see his face, needing more. Our lips meet, and the gentleness evaporates. He tastes like coffee and desire, his tongue sliding against mine with the same precision he brings to everything.

His hands slip under my shirt, calloused palms hot against my skin as they slide upward. I gasp when he reaches my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

“Last time,” he murmurs against my mouth, “we rushed. This time, I want to take my time with you.”

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ROWAN

The words senda shiver through me. Ryder, a man of so few words, promising to savor me. It’s almost too much.

He walks me backward until my legs hit the couch, then gently pushes me down. I expect him to join me, but instead he kneels between my thighs, his hands working the button of my jeans with deliberate slowness.

“Lift,” he commands softly, and I raise my hips so he can slide the denim down my legs.

The cool air on my heated skin makes me shiver, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me—like I’m something precious, something worth savoring. It’s so different from Brick’s possessive hunger, from Maddox’s playful desire.

He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then another higher up. My breath catches as he moves closer to where I need him most, still covered by the thin cotton of my panties.

“These are in the way,” he says, hooking his fingers in the waistband and drawing them down. Unlike last time, he doesn’t pocket them. He simply drops them to the floor, forgotten.

His first lick is gentle. I gasp, my head falling back against the couch cushions. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open for him as his tongue works with devastating precision. Long, slow strokes that build heat but never quite give enough pressure where I need it most.

“Ryder, please,” I whimper, my hips trying to move against his mouth.

He responds by sliding a finger inside me, curling it to hit that perfect spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. His tongue circles my clit, still not giving the direct pressure I crave.

“So wet,” he murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice sending another shock wave of pleasure.

He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously, and finally—finally—his tongue presses directly against my clit. The combination has me arching off the couch, a cry tearing from my throat.

Just as I’m about to break, he pulls away. I make a sound of protest, but he’s already standing, already stripping off his shirt to reveal the tattooed expanse of his chest and abs. His jeans follow, and then he’s standing before me, gloriously naked and hard.

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