Page 7 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

He positioned himself behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and cradled her other hand in his, helping her take aim. He didn’t care about the dart or the game, of course, and neither did she. He only wanted to envelop his body around hers even tighter, and eventually, he’d want hers wrapped around him. And from the way her body shivered almost imperceptibly against his, he thought maybe, just maybe, she wanted the same thing.

“All you need to do is focus. Are you focused?”

She nodded.

“Are you visualizing what you want, Jill?” he asked, his warm breath near her ear.

Because he sure as hell was. He imagined stripping her naked. Sliding those jeans right off of her. Lifting that tight, pink shirt to bare what he suspected was a gorgeous body. Running his tongue along ever inch of her. Man, it was nice to feel normal again.

She nodded in response.

“Say it,” he commanded, wanting confirmation that she was as revved up as he was.

She swallowed audibly, and he glanced down, watching as her chest hitched with her efforts to draw in enough air. “Yes, I’m visualizing what I want.”

His eyes nearly crossed when she pressed her ass against him and then pulled away. Had she done it on purpose?

“Good,” he rasped. “All you have to do is hit that target. Feel how much you want it and go for it. Ready?”

She made a small whimpering sound, and he imagined what she might be thinking. Yes, please. I’m ready for you to fuck me. I’m ready to come. She took aim and threw. The first dart landed and struck just outside the bull’s eye. She whooped in triumph.

Cole took a shaky step back. “I think I just got myself taken by a shark.” He laughed.

Jill wiggled her eyebrows. “Technically, you haven’t been taken, since we’re not playing for anything.”

Oh, how he wanted to be taken by her. “You saying you want to?” he asked.

Heat flared in her eyes, and he felt an answering warmth sweeping through his entire body. Oh yeah, his libido was back—big time. Thick, undeniable arousal throbbed through him. Hardening him. Filling him with desperation to turn her around, bend her over, and fuck her six ways to Sunday.

It must be written all over his face. Did she see it? Did she feel what he was feeling?

Jill blew out her breath slowly. “Maybe.”

“Not sure?”

“It’s just…I’m not particularly adventurous. But I’m feeling like maybe…maybe I want that to change for just one night.”

Cole wanted to tell her she was wrong. That he saw the unrestrained wildness inside her. It wouldn’t be obvious to most, but her ferocity was there, straining to be let free. She confirmed it when she stared at his mouth, then let her gaze travel down his neck and the rest of his body.

“All right,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “If you want to play with fire tonight, I’m more than ready to get burned.”

Chapter Three

Cole turned to the dartboard with a half smile, but Jill caught his own head-to-toe scan of her, which sent fire all the way up her body. The music and conversations around the bar made this space near the back feel secluded—thankfully. She couldn’t act this way if she felt like it was connected to her real life. No, this was some strange dream.

She watched as he threw his dart. It didn’t land quite as closely to the bull’s eye as hers, but he was no rookie. They met each other’s gazes for a heated moment.

He leaned close to softly say, “It’s not over yet.”

Jill lined hers up again and threw. That one hit the red bull’s eye dead in the center. “It is now!” She pumped her fist in the air, high on all the emotions raging inside her.

She pulled her darts and waited on him. When he took aim, she said, “We have a weekly dart tournament at the daycare. Poor kids are always broke when we’re done.”

Cole laughed just as he threw his next dart. It landed completely outside in the black. “No fair. You’re making up stories to distract me.”

Jill threw her next dart. Not a bull’s eye, but still good. “Me, making things up? You should see how good the kids are getting at shooting pool.”

Cole laughed again, and Jill felt giddy with her ability to make him unravel. A big, tough guy like him, smiling and laughing at her jokes. It filled her with a sense of power. He took aim on his next turn. “I don’t know if I want to win or lose. Because I don’t know what we’re betting.”

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