Page 21 of Her Obsessed Biker
It’s a no-brainer. I’m in love with Piper.
Chapter Seven
Piper
Sunlight filters through the blinds, across the unfamiliar room. It takes a moment to remember where I am…who I’m with. There’s a warm weight behind me, an arm draped heavy over my waist, the scent of leather and cedar still clinging to the sheets.
Rock.
Last night hits me all at once—the kisses, the things he whispered in my ear, the way he touched me like I was breakable and addictive all at once.
My cheeks flush just thinking about it.
“You blush pretty in the mornings, kitty.”
The voice makes me jolt. I twist under the sheets, wide-eyed.
He’s awake. And watching me.
Intensely.
His head is propped on one arm, dark hair tousled, a slow, sinful smirk playing on that mouth I should not be staring at. His eyes rake over my face like I’m his favorite dish. And God knows I felt like it last night.
“Kitty?” I manage, pulling the covers higher.
He shrugs, eyes twinkling with quiet amusement. “Yeah. You’re small, brave, fierce…and real fuckin’ cute when you try to act tough.”
My mouth drops open slightly, and I gape at him, half-flattered, half-flustered.
Rock just stares, and I feel it again…that flipping sensation in my stomach, like I’ve been yanked too close to the sun.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask softly.
His gaze sharpens. “Like what?”
“Like you’re about to do something reckless.”
He leans in, closing the distance, his voice low and rough. “Kitty…if you knew the things I want to do to you, you’d be running for the door.”
I don’t want to run from him. And that’s scary and exciting all at once.
“Try me,” I whisper.
Something in him changes. The teasing glint in his eyes darkens, and his jaw tightens just enough for me to notice. He reaches out and pulls me closer, close enough for me to feel his erection hot and heavy against my folds.
His hand cups my ass, lifting me into a deft roll of his hips. I gasp as the pleasure radiates through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against his chest. My core starts to throb, begging to be filled with his length.
I rake my nails down his back to his hips. He arches into the rough caress with a low growl, his head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon.
“Again,” he orders gruffly.
I do it again. Rock hisses, his body quivering in response.
Oh, he must like that.
He raises himself on one arm, then squeezes my breast in his other hand, lowering his lips to one aching nipple. I let out a soft moan that quickly turns into a cry when his teeth close around my nipple in a gentle nibble. Pleasure rocks my body like lightning. I clutch at his hair, wrapping my legs around him, desperate to have him even closer.
“Rock,” I moan, throwing my arms around his neck.
