Page 70 of Her Demanding Biker

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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."

I dropped the dress to the floor and looked at Arlys.

I could barely see her panties under the soft swell of her belly, the easiest place to see them was the fabric over her hip.

Then I dragged my gaze up to her breasts.

"Fuck me, gorgeous."

The pretty little tits that I'd loved to play with before were rounder now.

The bra she was wearing was barely holding them in.

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