Page 10 of The Biker's Savage Desire

“What? I thought we were going to…”

“Do as I’ve said,” he growls. “Go up to the house and get warmed up.”

I don’t know why I want to listen.

Maybe it’s the way he says it. Not as a command, but as a tether. Like he needs me safe, warm, and cared for. It’s more intimate than anything else he could’ve done.

I linger for a moment longer, my body buzzing, my flesh flushed as a cool breeze blows sharp rain against my bare skin.

He doesn’t look away. He watches me, jaw tight, something fierce burning in his eyes likeyou matter to me more than this moment.And somehow, that’s exactly why I turn.

I slick through mud, rain sliding down my neck, heart pounding like it’s memorizing the echo of his voice. I don’t know what we’ve started, what storm we’ve invited in… but I knowthis. When he tells me to go, I’ll go. Not because I’m weak, but because for some reason, I trust him.

Chapter Four

Red

Fuck.I stare at her curved body as the warm shower water washes down over her frame.

“Seriously?” She bites back a grin as steam rolls up around her. “You’re just gonna stare?”

“I am.” I say the words like a fact.

“Why? You’re soaking wet. You should get in too.”

“Don’t trust myself. Not with your pretty, pink pussy on display like that. I’d wreck you.”

She smiles. “Isn’t that the point?”

“You really want to be split in two, don’t you, princess?”

She grins, her cheeks turning pink as she squeezes shampoo into her hands and lathers it into her long hair. Bubbles stream down over her chest, onto her breasts, and tuck into the crease of her thighs.

I drag in a deep breath and scrub my hand down over my hard cock the moment her eyes close. This entire afternoon felt like a bubble in time. Hell, I’ve never forgotten about work this long. I don’t want it to end.

“You’re still staring, aren’t you?” She smiles and steps out of the shower, twisting a towel around her chest. “I could help you with that, you know.” Her gaze drops toward my cock and up again.

“I bet you could, sweetheart.” I tuck her small hand in mine and lead her down the hallway toward the small bedroom at the back of the cabin where I keep a short stack of flannels and a few T-shirts. I probably should’ve kept my head on and just used her, fucked her little virgin pussy like a bad man would. If I had, maybe I wouldn’t be feeling all this warm shit that I can’t seem to stop.

I wrap her in the flannel, strip off my wet clothes, and pull her close, brushing my arms up and down her small frame to generate heat.

“This rain is relentless,” she murmurs, her eyes soft as she looks up at me. “I think we might be stuck here forever.”

“Would you like that?” I ask, my voice low.

She grins. “Yeah, I could kind of see it now. A stack of firewood on the porch, a few chickens, a hill of wildflowers, and a buffet of granola bars.”

I smile, pulling her down onto the creaky bed with me. “I told you I could make you some protein.”

Her tone is light and playful as she says, “Yeah, maybe tomorrow. I’m kind of exhausted after the run.”

“You like that?” I grin and pull her close to me.

“Umm… yes.” I can’t see her smile anymore, but I hear it. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had. Thank you.”

“No, don’t thank me. That was all my pleasure. I’d do it again right now, if I thought you could handle it.”

“Oh, I can handle it.”

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