Page 27 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

“Hmm, maybe he’s just looking for an excuse to see you every day and get you alone,” Cole said. “Guess I can’t blame the guy.” He ran his knuckles down her arm. The touch wasn’t exactly intimate, but it still sent shivers up her arms and back. “You sure you’re okay?”

“You’re not mad I snuck a kiss?”

“No. But you call that a kiss?” she said, clucking her tongue. Oh, man, she was flirting, and she knew it. She could still taste his lips on hers, but it wasn’t enough. It was only a teaser that had made her crave more. A lot more.

“Is that a challenge or an invitation?” He stepped even closer.

Why did he have to smell so good on top of looking like a freaking Greek god? Her heartbeat rang in her ears as she breathed him in. It should be illegal for any one man to smell that nice. How was she supposed to resist him?

She couldn’t. Not anymore.

She wanted this and didn’t care if it was right or not. Cole was leaving. But he wanted her, and she couldn’t resist the chance to enjoy him again.

“Do you want me to give you a real kiss, Jill?” He lowered his voice. The effect was the same as a sledgehammer tearing down one last piece of wall…

She reached for him and laid her palm flat on his chest. He understood the invitation and closed the gap between them, sliding a hand behind her head to tilt her face up to his mouth. He kissed her hungrily, pulling her tighter against him, one hand roving up her back while the other slid down her waistline to her ass.

She pulled back just enough to say, “I wanted you so bad last night. Since the moment I walked out of that hotel. I know I said we should stay away from each other because you’re leaving, but…I don’t want to stay away anymore. I want to have you again, Cole, even if it’s just once more time. But I don’t want to play games with your head.”

“I know. Believe me, I get it. I don’t think you’re playing games. I know you’re just trying to do what’s right. To protect us both.” He pressed his hips against hers. “But God, I want you in my arms again, too.” He kissed her hard, alternating between sweet kisses and devouring her, then nibbled down her neck.

His hands teased all over her body, just the way she wanted. “Yes, yes, please. I want more.” She held fast to his arms, letting herself feel lost in their strength.

Knowing what she wanted, sensing what she needed, he lifted her up and carried her down the hall, looking for her bedroom. Once there, he playfully tossed her on the bed. “Now, if I recall correctly, sex was only on the table for one night. But from what you just said, it looks like kissing is okay now.”

Jill shook her head, completely out of breath. “No. I mean yes. But I want more than—”

“Shh. Let’s start slow. So I know you’re with me every step of the way. Kissing is okay?” he asked, luring a reply out of her mouth with a soft kiss to her top lip.

Jill nodded her head. Vigorously.

He smirked and proceeded to slowly pull his shirt over his head, revealing his hard pecs and perfectly defined abdominal muscles. How he could think she was ever going to just kiss him was beyond her, but she hoped she was right and that he was going to take things well beyond that…eventually.

Shamelessly panting and wanting to urge him along, Jill sat up to pull her own shirt off.

“I thought we were just kissing,” he teased.

“We can kiss other places. I can think of one particular place I want to kiss you that I haven’t in a while.” Boldly, she reached out to cup him between his legs.

His eyes darkened and he raised one eyebrow. Gently, he removed Jill’s hand and pinned it beside her on the bed. “Just kissing, remember?”

“Guidelines are for breaking!” She gasped out the words, unable to hold her body still. “Didn’t you know that?”

“Hmm, I thought you might say that. Well…I suppose you can look, too.” He moved his hands down, ever so slowly, reaching for his belt. He took his time pulling the belt through the loop to loosen it. By the time he finally let his jeans shake loose, his rock hard cock tented his boxer-briefs, making Jill’s body clench with need. “Do you want to look at more? Kiss more?” he asked. “You tell me, Jill.”

“Hmm, hmm,” was all she could reply.

She tried reaching for her shirt, but he took her hands and pinned them down. Then, he lowered his boxers an inch and asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” she finally said.

“Positive?” He pulled his boxers up again. “Because if you put your mouth on me, I’m not sure I could stick to just kissing. I’d want to touch you. Fuck you.”

She moaned.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes!”

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