Page 29 of Her Outlaw Biker
I drag my knuckles down her side, just watching her breathe.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I murmur.
“Then show me.”
Her challenge hits me like a match to gasoline. I dip my head and kiss down her neck, slow and reverent. Her fingers twist into my hair, tugging as I trace her collarbone, then the swell of her breast. Her breath catches when I circle her nipple with my tongue, and I smile against her skin when she arches up to me, already trembling.
“I love how sensitive you are,” I rasp. “Like your body’s begging for me.”
“Jack…” Her voice is a plea and a warning. Her legs fall open in invitation, hips rocking up against me. She’s so ready, hot and wet and shaking beneath me.
“Say it again, baby.” I kiss down her stomach, savoring the way she squirms and tries to chase my mouth. “Say my name.”
“Jack, please,” she begs.
I grin, rewarding her by swiping my tongue over her clit and making her gasp so loud it punches right into my chest. She’s panting now, thighs trembling, clutching at the sheets as I take my time. I taste every inch of her, not stopping until she’s crying my name, again and again, voice cracking as she falls apart on my tongue.
But I’m not done.
Not even close.
I slide a finger inside her. She buckles, letting out a breathy moan, her hot, slick walls gripping my finger tight. I hear myself growl like a fucking beast, my hips flexing as if my cock is buried inside her instead of thrusting against her thigh.
Fuck.
I force breath into my lungs, doing my best to relax. I stroke her, sliding a second finger inside her, stretching her. “Soon, my cock is going to be inside you, little bird, stroking you just like this.”
She shivers, her body stretching taut. I gather her body’s moisture, then withdraw my fingers and rub the silky wetness over her clit, the little pink bud swollen from my touch. Then I penetrate her again, sliding my fingers in and out, taking care to catch her clit with each deep stroke.
Her fingers dig into my back, her breath coming out in ragged pants as I keep up the rhythm. Her face is turned against my chest, her eyes squeezed shut, her body tight with tension that seems to arc through her and into me, shooting straight to my groin.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I say, my words coming out in urgent whispers as I flick her nipples with my tongue, unable to keep my mouth off her. My cock is so hard it aches. “I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.”
She gasps, seeming to hold her breath as the tension inside her peaks and shatters. She comes with a shaky sigh, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, a look of excruciating pleasure on her beautiful face.
I ride through it with her, keeping my rhythm steady, trying to make her pleasure last. I trail kisses over her breasts, her throat, her lips, as the quaking inside her slowly fades.
And then finally, I move up and slide into her, slow and deep and maddening. She moans my name, arms wrapping tight around my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.
I thrust once, long and deliberate, and she whimpers, her forehead pressing to mine.
“Look at me,” I demand, voice guttural. “I want to see you.”
Her eyes lock with mine, wide and glistening with lust, pleasure and something else—something warm and beautiful.
“I love you, Jack,” she whispers, breathless.
“I love you too, my little bird.”
She lets out a shaky laugh, but I cut it off with a kiss, one that turns bruising, desperate. Our bodies fall into a rhythm, hips grinding, sweat slicking our skin. The world falls away, and it’s just her. Her moans. Her touch. Her everything.
She clenches around me and cries out, shattering all over again. I follow seconds later, groaning against her neck, emptying every piece of myself into her.
When I collapse beside her, heart pounding, she curls into me without a word. Her skin’s still flushed, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my chest. I pull her close, fisting my hand in her hair as I kiss her temple.
“I mean it,” I whisper. “You’re my reason now. My whole damn life.”
She doesn’t say anything back. She doesn’t have to. She’s already given me everything.
