Page 43 of Her Demanding Biker
"Fuck yeah..."
I sat up higher on my knees and pushed my jeans to my thighs.
I felt her eyes on me and looked.
Her eyes were fixed on my dick, and I dropped my own gaze down just in time to see the thin rope of precum connecting the head of my cock to my stomach where it had hit a moment before break and fall back against my skin.
"Logan..."
The sound of her voice had haunted me over the years, but this was new.
The bare need in her voice was new.
This was pure want and passion.
"You keep looking at me like that, honey, and this is going to be quick," I licked at my lips which were suddenly bone dry, "and hard."
Her eyes widened and fixed on my own.
She mimicked my movement, her tongue sliding over her lips, one at a time.
My cock bobbed, the blood in my body surging down to where it was doing the most good.
"I want it, Logan. I want... hard. I want... you."
I reached for her and stopped, looking down at her belly. "The baby?"
The heat in her eyes melted me, but when her gaze softened to something I had no name for, I felt my heart stop.
"I'm in my second trimester. You won't hurt me or the baby. I know you won't."
Trust.
Belief.
Love.
Shit.
I slipped off the edge of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cool concrete floor. Then I shucked my jeans, letting them fall to the floor at my feet.
I lifted one foot, clearing it from my clothes. The other I shook, eager to get it off.
Placing my knee on the edge of the bed, I reached for her ready to do battle with her dress.
It came off with a simple pull over her head.
"I thought... I thought I'd have to find the zipper or... something."
"Loose is easier."
I nodded.
What the fuck did I know about women's clothes.
Looking down at it in my hands, I smiled. "It's a shame to hide under all this."
"It's cheap and I can still wear it when I'm huge."
