Page 9 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

Am I really going through with this? she wondered. Yes, yes, yes, every fiber of her being cried out. This guy makes you feel alive. He’s also incredibly sweet and totally into you. You’ll never get a chance like this again, so don’t pass it by.

He blew out an agonizing breath. “I want you to know…you’re amazing. I want you so much. But I have to be honest. I’m not interested in dating right now. There’s stuff going on in my life. Stuff that—”

Jill covered his mouth with her fingertips. “It’s okay. You don’t have to make excuses. I just need you to touch me,” she said, completely in awe that these words were even coming out of her mouth. “All over,” she added. “Soon. Now. One night is perfect, as long as we make it count.” And she truly meant it.

Only Cole still looked uncertain. As if he couldn’t believe that a woman like her wouldn’t want more from him, and he was probably right. But no matter if she wanted more afterward, she’d do the smart thing and walk away.

“I’m ready to make my first wish,” she said. She flashed him a quick smile. Her body hummed with need, especially when he started running his fingertips around her waistline. She noticed his heavy breathing. She was doing that to him. The knowledge turned her on even more, emboldened her. She reached out and touched him. His body jerked toward her.

He kissed her deep and hungrily. She moaned, vaguely thought she should try to be quieter, but self-control was completely out the window at this point. With reluctance, she pulled away.

“There’s a hotel a few blocks from here,” she said. “My first wish is you take us there. On your bike.”

“You like bikes, huh?”

“Don’t know. I’ve never ridden one before.”

“How come?”

“Only a few opportunities ever came, and I was always too scared.”

“Yet you’re not scared now?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No,” she breathed. “Not with you.”

“Good. Because I’m going to take care of you, Jill. I promise.”

Cole took her hand and led her to the Harley, where he handed her the only helmet. They could get pulled over, and wouldn’t that suck? But this was an exercise in being daring and carefree, so she threw caution to the wind and pulled the helmet on. He straddled the bike, started it, and patted the seat behind him. She swung a leg over the rumbling beast, got comfy, and wrapped her arms around him.

The bike vibrated under her, making her body tingle even more. She held onto him tighter; not out of fear, but because she could hardly contain her excitement. Cole covered her hands with his, checking her grip, then blazed out onto the street. The velocity pulled on her while the wind whipped around her. She felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, every nerve ending on high alert. As soon as they were cruising at a comfortable speed, the pull wore off. She felt completely at ease…until he turned a tight corner, leaning the bike toward the pavement.

Jill squealed.

Her stomach rolled and rose up into her throat and her heart hammered, but she didn’t feel at risk at any point. They ripped up one street and down another, leaning on the curves, while she pressed her breasts into his back. She was about to have a one-night stand, so why not go all out?

And such a beautiful day to boot. Though twilight was approaching, the sun still warmed Jill’s shoulders. All around them were the thin, towering palms of LA. At red lights, car passengers watched them. She daydreamed that Cole was her boyfriend, and this was just one ride of many they’d taken. What a rush!

And over way too quickly. Right when she was having the time of her life, he slowed down and came to a stop beside the Avenue Palms Hotel. She pulled the helmet off, not bothering to muffle her laughter. “I loved that!”

A wicked grin lit up his face. He gave a quick nod at the hotel entrance. “I’m going to check in. I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and used her time alone to rake out the tangles in her hair, take deep, calming breaths, and keep her courage up. Quicker than she would have thought possible, Cole was back. He escorted her through a side entrance and into a hotel elevator, then to their room.

As he slid the key card into the slot, she took another big breath and let it out slowly. The possible danger of the situation gave her a moment’s pause, but then, as if sensing her fear, Cole stopped and turned to her, giving her a sweet smile. She nodded, as if saying she was fine.

They stepped inside. The room smelled clean, and the linens on the bed were a bright, crisp white. Thank goodness. She’d have hated to spend their time together in some dingy motel.

He closed and locked the door behind her. They looked at each other for only a few seconds before he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. “Still okay?”

“Yes, I want this. Wish number two? Kiss me again. Please.”

He bent down to kiss her, and Jill’s brain turned to absolute mush as his lips gently landed on hers. Despite the kisses they’d shared outside the bar, this one was tentative and soft. Could he be nervous as well? she wondered. No, impossible. Cole was the type of man who got any woman he wanted. He took the time to breathe her in, and to slowly feel every curve of her waist and back. Cole’s hands grew more curious as their tongues tangled. He slid them up her sides, taking her shirt with them.

This was a good idea, Jill thought. A fantastic one. Where had this man learned to kiss like this? Wow…

She held her arms up so he could slip her T-shirt off and toss it aside. Her nipples pressed against the lining of her bra, pushing out, growing with excitement. His kiss became more urgent as his hands slid down her jeans and between her legs. She gasped slightly. He unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans. He broke the kiss long enough to pull them down, and when he got to her feet, she stepped out of them.

She felt completely exposed, like a nude statue standing on a pedestal, and given the way he gently lifted one of her feet and planted hot kisses all over it, he made her feel adored, too. She closed her eyes, trembling with desire. He caressed her legs all the way up, stopping short of her tiny lace panties. When he stood upright again, he reached back to unhook her bra, letting his lips meet the side of her neck, causing her to shudder.

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