Page 5 of Her Daddy Biker
“Call me Havoc, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t back away. Good girl.
“Havoc, I think I’m in trouble.”
“Only the best kind of trouble, angel,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
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Havoc’s fingers pushing hair away from my face sends my stomach into complete chaos. I should step back, but I’m fascinated by how smoldering his gray eyes are right now.
“Havoc…” I whisper, not even sure what I’m trying to say.
“Yes, angel?”
God, the way he says that word. It’s nothing like when Will used to call me babe. It sounds reverent and possessive all at once, and it makes everything between my legs feel amazingly wet and tingly in a way that’s totally new to me.
I don’t know what to do with my hands, where to look, or how to handle my body going completely haywire just from this mountain of a man standing so close to me.
“You feel it too, don’t you, sweetheart?” Havoc asks in a voice gone all low and gravelly.
“Feel what?” I manage to squeak out.
“This.” His thumb traces along my jaw, and I actually whimper. “The way your body knows what it wants, even if we just met.”
“I don’t… I can’t…” Great, now I’m stuttering like an idiot.
“Can’t what, angel?”
“I don’t know what’s happening to me, Havoc.”
Something shifts in his expression. “What’s happening is you found who you belong with.”
He steps closer, and Jesus, he’s huge. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, and being this close, I can smell him even more. All that leather, spice, and something purely masculine that makes me want to press my face against his chest to breathe him in.
His chest. God. Even through his Henley, I can see how built he is, all solid muscle and broad shoulders that make me feel tiny in the best possible way. Me, the big girl. This is surreal.
“No one ever made you feel like this,” he states.
I shake my head because my voice has apparently stopped working.
“That’s right, sweet girl.” His large hand slides into my hair with a grip firm enough to make me gasp. “That’s because you were waiting for me.”
“Waiting for… what?”
“To teach you. Everything.” The word comes out rough, and I swear I can feel it in my bones. “What your body can feel. What it’s like to be with someone who knows what you need.”
My breath catches because there’s something in his voice that promises things I’ve never even imagined before. But it also terrifies me because I have no clue what I’m supposed to do.
“I don’t know how,” I blurt out, my face burning.
“Don’t know how to what?”
“Any of this. I’m really bad at… you know. Sex stuff. My ex said I was frigid.”
The change in Reed’s face is immediate and totally scary. And not in a sexy way this time. I can clearly see the big, badmountain man who’s part of an outlaw MC. His eyes go dark, his jaw clenching hard.
