Page 62 of Her Demanding Biker
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-"
"I dreamed about you. About us, Logan."
Her words hit me like a sledgehammer.
If I'd been standing, it would have dropped me to my knees.
"Yeah?"
I added just a hint of pressure against her and her eyes started to roll back and that pretty mouth of hers said something dirty.
"Fuck me, Logan. Show me," her eyes narrowed on my face, "show me how much you've missed me."
I swear, I lost my heart all over again.
My heartandmy will to hold back.
I took my hands off of her and saw the flash of anger in her eyes.
