Page 55 of Her Demanding Biker

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Moving my hands, I slipped one under her hips and lifted her, using the other to gather up the fabric of her dress.

I couldn't get it completely out of the way, but it was enough that I could move my hand under it.

"Logan..."

Shit. Itastedmy name on her lips.

I was so damn hard I felt like I might bust through the zipper on my jeans.

I chased after her voice with my tongue, wanting more.

My hand sliding up from her knee, higher over the smooth skin of her thigh.

Her breath caught in her throat when my fingers touched the edge of her panties.

And while I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, I brushed my thumb over her clit.

Her eyes opened, her breath left her in a rush and pulled back in.

I moved my thumb again, adding just a little more pressure on her.

I swallowed her moan and felt it send chills all over my body.

Fuuuuck.

I've never been so hard.

She worked her hand between us, grabbing onto my forearm with a vice-like grip.

I pulled back from the kiss, looking into her eyes.

"You... you want me to stop?"

She shook her head, her breaths shallow... panting.

"I want more."

I smiled.

What else could I do?

I wanted it, too.

"Tell me, honey. Tell me what you want."

Her gaze lowered and I realized that I'd never asked her that before.

When we were together for the first time, she followed my lead, let me touch her and find what made her squirm and gasp.

That's how it was between us.

This?

I wanted her to lead me, give me a map to love her.

"I... I can't."

I narrowed my eyes at her, searching her face for answers. "Arlys-"

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