Page 48 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

He gave her a warning look. “No. MMGH.”

“Which is?” She smiled.

“Makes Me Get Hard.”

“Hey!” She slapped lightly at his arm, laughing.

“I’m serious. I hadn’t felt that way since before my mom died. Lots of women tried to make me want them, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I had zero desire whatsoever. You made me want you—all of you.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. That was pretty amazing, she had to admit. She reached out and hugged him. “So if we’re not going to have sex, what are we going to do?”

“Dance.”

That startled a laugh out of her. “Dance? I’d rather have sex!”

He stood and took her hand. “Trust me.”

He led her into his bedroom where they changed into clothes and then into the living room where he turned on some soft, old-timey music. Jill tilted her head at the old song.

“I know, a bit surprising. I don’t listen to this too often, but my mom got me hooked on it. Nice, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” she said. It sounded like Billie Holiday.

“We didn’t get to dance that first night we met.” He took one of her hands and rested his other on her waist. “See, this works.” She moved with him, against him, as they turned and slowly danced. Jill closed her eyes and let the rhythm control her body. “Now I remember,” he whispered against her ear, his voice complementing the music. “We didn’t dance because you completely conned me with darts.”

She laughed, her body shaking against him. “I won fair and square. You said so yourself, and you were more than happy to give me my prize.” Images and sensations from that night flew through her mind. She liked being that wild, crazy girl, making a bet with a hot guy in a bar, then riding on his Harley afterward. A wonderful burn started up in her body, and she looked at Cole in the soft light. The look in his eyes matched what she felt. He wanted her just as much. Despite his determination to let her body heal first, he looked ready to carry her off to his man cave.

And they were in his domain now.

Cole hummed, and his head bent so his mouth grazed her ear, tickling her neck. His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, murmuring naughty things against her skin. “When you’re healed, I’m going to run my tongue over every inch of you.”

She gasped and turned to meet him mouth-to-mouth. “Bad boy.”

“Yes, I am.”

When Cole drew back, she buried her fingers in his hair. “I changed my mind. I feel so much better. Making love to you would heal what’s hurting me most right now.”

“We shouldn’t…”

“Please. I need you, Cole. We can be careful.”

“Jill—”

“I know what I want, Cole. What I need.”

He touched his forehead to hers and sighed. “God, I can’t resist you. But if I do anything that hurts you—”

“I’ll tell you. I promise.”

Cole cupped the back of her head, tilting her for better access so he could deepen the kiss. Their bodies swayed as his hands began to slowly explore. “I’m going to take care of you,” he said in a husky voice.

His tender words sent a spike of warmth pooling between her legs. Her heart raced as they took small steps toward his bedroom without letting go of each other, kissing the whole way. In his room, working around the sling, he helped her remove her shirt again. His hungry eyes and hands roved over her, and his fingers felt like electric impulses on her skin. She wanted all her clothes off, but he wouldn’t have that.

He pulled away only a moment to grab a condom from the nightstand, then he ripped his shirt over his head and dropped his jeans. She watched him undress before he reached for her pants, sliding them off inch-by-inch. We never should’ve dressed after the shower, she laughed to herself. He knelt in front of her, running his hands up her calves, then kissed the insides of her legs, moving up from the backs of her knees to her thighs. Her body trembled with need as her panties grew damper with every kiss.

He rested his hands on her thighs as he kissed his way up. She moaned and rocked, wanting his mouth on her, gripping his hair. She felt his tongue over her panties, his hot breath through the fabric making her scream inside. He nibbled her through the cloth, looked up at her a moment, then pushed it aside. She could hardly handle the desire. Then she could barely stand as a short but intense orgasm ripped through her!

“Oh, my God! OhmyGod! Oh…my…g…” Need washed through her as she rocked against his face.

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