Page 11 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

He pushed in and pulled out, over and over, harder and faster, using his knee to push her legs farther apart. She slid her legs higher up on his back so he could penetrate her deeper.

She watched his face carefully as the tension inside her body mounted and she sat poised on the brink of orgasm. She held off for a moment, taking in the intensity of his expression, luxuriating in the feral heat coming from his eyes. He had the look of a man who knew how powerful and sexy a woman could be. He was a man who could appreciate when that woman lost control and surrendered her body to his safekeeping and talents.

She drank in the rapture on his face, and her body began to burn and shake with an internal explosion. She felt the wave rising and building in her core and let out a sound that combined a moan and a scream. He continued fucking her, riding her through her release then gradually slowing his thrusts until he was barely moving. Finally, he stilled completely, brushed her hair back and kissed her tenderly, giving her time to enjoy the aftermath of her pleasure. Her breathing and heartbeat calmed, and when she opened her eyes, he was staring at her, his expression pleased and hungry.

“Finish, Cole,” she pleaded. “I want to see you come.”

With a growl, he kissed her once more then took hold of her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. He started moving again. Slowly. Then faster. Harder. He watched her face throughout it all, and she found that sexier than anything else he’d done.

Finally, with a loud grunt, he exploded, collapsing on top of her with their limbs tangled, shaking as they tried to suck in enough air to fill their lungs.

Time passed, and Jill once again grew aware of the whisper of AC dusting over her skin. The sound of Cole’s harsh breath in her ear. The pounding of his heart echoing against her own.

Once he regained control of his body, he slid his weight off of her and buried his face in her tousled hair. “Wow.”

“Yeah.” She sighed, basking in the sudden stillness of the room.

Jill tried to make sense of what just happened. She’d dated men for months who’d failed to make her feel even a fraction of what Cole just had. He’d brought her to orgasm, sure, but in a way that surpassed anything she’d ever experienced. How had that happened? Was it simply her mind and body’s response to the naughtiness of sleeping with a stranger? It had to be, right? There couldn’t be any other reason for her body’s intense reaction.

She mentally giggled—she couldn’t downplay the fact that he was a magnificent lover. Skilled, full of technique, and incredibly hot with his bad boy biker tattoos.

In the midst of her thoughts, she felt him push himself up, searching for her lips. She met his mouth with hers and gave into a long, deep, sweet kiss.

They lay together silently, just reveling in the aftershocks of pleasure that still coursed through their bodies. At last, listening to the slow rhythm of his breathing, Jill felt herself growing sleepy. She had to go. She didn’t want to, but she had to. They’d agreed to one time together. That didn’t include sleeping over. She maneuvered her body to the edge of the bed, feeling the now damp comforter peel away from her back as she lifted herself from its grip.

He watched as she slipped on her panties and gathered up the rest of her clothes strewn about the room in their haste. When she was completely dressed, he said, “That was amazing. Thank you.”

She smiled. “I’d say let’s do this another time, but…”

He frowned. “Darlin’—”

“Jill,” she said.

He cocked a brow. “I remember.”

She felt her cheeks go hot. “Sorry. It’s just, I get the feeling you call other women that, and I don’t want to be lumped in with them.”

“There’s no chance of that happening,” he said quietly.

Well at least he didn’t deny it, Jill thought wryly. “Good. Because this was beautiful. I don’t regret a thing, Cole.” Kneeling against the bed, she brought her lips to his. “Please don’t get up. I’m going to take a cab to my car.”

“That’s ridiculous. Let me take you—”

“Nope. I’m good, honest. This is what I want. Take care of yourself, Cole.”

Cole cupped her cheek, registered the determined look in her eyes, then reluctantly gave in. “Fine. But I’m walking you out and waiting with you until you get in the cab.”

“Cole—”

He pulled her back down for another kiss that quickly escalated into more. Knowing the longer she delayed leaving, the harder it was going to be for her to leave at all, she finally pulled back and sighed. “Walk me out.”

He grinned. “After one more kiss.”

Chapter Four

It had been several months since Cole slept through the night, but after being with Jill, he fell into a deep sleep, not waking until the sun poked through the hotel curtains and tickled his face. He awoke feeling rested.

He awoke thinking of Jill.

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