Page 9 of Her Daddy Biker
Thank God I grabbed my bag on my way to the guest room last night. I use the en-suite bathroom, throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, trying to look normal despite my burning cheeks and the way my heart seems ready to burst out of my chest. And let’s not mention my dripping pussy…
The smell of coffee and eggs hits me when I open the door, reminding me I haven’t eaten since that sandwich I grabbed at the gas station late yesterday afternoon.
I stop at the kitchen entrance, staring. Havoc is at the stove with his back to me, and even from behind he’s freaking beautiful with his broad shoulders filling out a gray Henley, another pair of worn jeans sitting low on his hips. Power and control in every line of his massive body.
“Good morning,” I manage, my voice coming out breathy.
He turns, and seeing him in full daylight hits me like a punch. With his ruggedly handsome face framed by salt and pepper hair, his storm-gray eyes that see way too much, the scruff along his square jaw that I can still feel against my skin, those full, sexy lips… gah!
“Morning, angel,” he rumbles.
My stomach goes silly with flutters.
“Did you sleep okay?” I force myself to ask conversationally.
“Like shit.” He flips the eggs with practiced ease. “Kept thinking about how sweet you tasted.”
I almost drop the coffee mug I’m reaching for. So, we’re not pretending it didn’t happen. Oookay…
“Havoc,” I breathe.
“What, angel? You shy about last night?” He turns fully, leaning against the counter. God, he’s so freaking big and hot! “Don’t be, sweetheart. You were perfect.”
Oh my God, who even says that?!
“I just… I don’t usually…” I gesture helplessly.
“I know; that’s also what made it so fucking hot.” His eyes darken.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whisper.
“Good thing I do.” He moves closer until I’m trapped between his tall, bulky frame and the marble counter. Surrounded by his heat, his scent… we’re not touching yet butclose. Very close. “Your job is just to trust me, sweetheart. Let me teach you.”
“But… what if I disappoint you?”
“Impossible.” His rough thumb brushes my cheek, and I lean into the touch without even thinking. “Angel, everything about you is fucking perfect. You’re smart, beautiful, strong. And you’re mine. Simple as that. We’re gonna work phenomenally.”
Wow. Just wow.
“You want to know what kept me up all night?” he asks in a low husk.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“Thinking about getting my mouth on you.” His eyes never leave mine. His hand, cupping the side of my face, thick, rough thumb running over my skin. “How you’ll taste.” I instinctively lick my lips and watch in fascination as his darkened gaze focuses there. And when he continues, his voice is more savage, ravenous beast than man. “The sounds you’ll make when I use my tongue on that tight, wet pussy.”
My knees actually give, and I have to grip the counter to stay upright.
“There you go again,” he rumbles with an amused twinkle in his fascinating eyes, his full lips twitching. “Getting all worked up. Pressing your thighs together because you’re already soaked for me.”
He’s right, and the fact that he knows it should mortify me. Instead, it just makes the ache worse.
“I can’t help it,” I whisper.
“I know, angel. And that drives me crazy too.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “So fucking mine. So ready for me even if you have no idea what I plan to do to you.”
“I want to find out,” I blurt out, before clapping a hand over my mouth. Oh Lord…
Something hot and possessive flashes in Havoc’s eyes. “Good angel. Now come eat. You’re gonna need your strength.”
