Page 19 of Her Demanding Biker
It stretched my already thin strand of control, but I still had some reserves.
I lifted the bottom edge of her skirt and tried to ignore what it felt like to have her skin against mine.
It helped to concentrate on the scrape in her skin.
It was red and raw, bleeding a little.
I left her skirt turned up over her knee and tried my best to clean the scrape without my hands shaking.
I remembered her skin.
The way it felt under my fingertips, my mouth, and my tongue.
Yeah, there was no way that I was getting up in the next half hour or so.
I was hard as a rock and with her sitting on my bed there was no way it was going to go back down.
I'd just opened the tube of antibiotic cream when I heard her voice.
"I didn't know you were here."
I nodded, trying to think of what I should say.
"I've been here for a couple of years now."
She nodded and I got to see her bite into the corner of her bottom lip.
That brought back memories.
The kind of memories when I'd chase that bite with my lips.
Before I could tell myself to shut the fuck up, I asked her the question that popped up in my head. "You still use that cherry lip thing?"
When I looked back up, she was staring at me, eyes wide, lips parted.
She'd looked like that the first time I'd kissed her.
A little bit like a rabbit staring down a wolf, but there was more than shock there. There was at least a little bit of heat.
"You... you remember my lip gloss?"
Oh, I remembered a lot about her.
The way her hair got lighter in the summer when she spent hours in the sun.
The way she smelled when I had her under me in my old Mustang with the passenger seat laid all the way back.
The taste of her on my fingers.
"Yeah," I had to clear my throat or risk that my voice might crack like a fucking kid, “it sometimes feels like I taste it on my lips.”
She tensed and pulled her leg off of mine so fast I almost worried she’d get a burn on her calf from my jeans.
Worried, I lifted my hands off of her, holding them a few inches away from where her leg had been.
She crossed her legs on the bed and used the edge of her skirt to cover her feet.
I let out a breath and kept myself from shaking my head.
