Page 76 of Her Demanding Biker
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.
I sat up on my knees and yanked my shirt off by the collar at the back.
The air conditioning hit my naked skin, and I hissed in a breath, reaching for the button at my waist.
The relief of release when I dragged my zipper down?
"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.
