Page 31 of Her Demanding Biker
I didn't want to mess everything up and end up lower than I'd been with Kent.
"Give it a try with me, Arlys."
I heard the deep tone of his voice. I swore I could feel it vibrating through me in places that had been dull and silent for too long.
I wanted to wrap myself up in this feeling, but the temptation was just that.
Tempting.
The abyss of loneliness was yawning open under me.
One wrong move-
"Let me in again. Let me show you that what we had back then was something real."
I wanted him.
I wanted this.
But I was scared.
And I meant what I said.
It wasn't just me I had to worry about.
I was divorcing Kent because I wasn't about to have the baby living in a home where anger and frustration were the baseline of the relationship between its parents.
That kind of hell would scar her child for life.
She wasn't selfish enough to put her baby through that for a chance at love.
"Give me a chance, honey. Just this once. If I fuck things up... If I show any signs of being an asshole, you can kick me to the curb and Willow and Maggie will get my brothers to beat me to a pulp."
I didn't know what to say to that. I didn't want anyone to hurt for me. I just wanted...
I could only hope that-
"Okay." I squeeze my eyes closed, embarrassed that my mouth had run ahead of me.
"Okay?"
I swore I could hear him smile.
"I mean," I bit the inside of my cheek. "I want to try. I want..."
Why was I crying?
It was the hormones, right?
Pregnancy hormones had reduced me to a mess.
"I want you."
I lifted my hand and covered my mouth, tipping my head back to look at him.
"My mouth," I mumbled behind me hand, "is going to get me in so much trouble."
"Your mouth," his voice came from deep in his chest as he lifted his hand to gently peel my hand away from my lips, "is one of my favorite parts of you."
