Page 98 of One Night with the Biker

I didn’t want to talk anymore. He had a barrier in place. No matter the reason, whether from the loss of his family or because of me, it made it impossible to resolve our differences. Pushing away all thoughts but Reese’s touch, taste, and scent, I threaded my fingers through the hair at his nape and kissed him. I kissed him for everything that could’ve been and everything that would never be.

I kissed him because I loved him and, just for tonight, I didn’t care that he’d always see me as Roman’s sister and the girl who he’d accidentally gotten pregnant.

The biker saw our one night together as a mistake. I saw my one night with the biker as a blessing. He’d assured me I’d never be alone. I wouldn’t have him or Roman, but I’d have my son or daughter. I would survive and thrive by hook or crook and give my child a good life.

His kiss turned hot and frantic, and he tore his lips away, to stare into my eyes with wild intensity. He kissed my chin, myjaw, and down my throat, growling when I threw my head back to give him easier access.

My pulse quickened, and a flutter I couldn’t ignore rose in my chest.

His hand slid down my arm, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. His thumb brushed the sensitive spot on the inside of my wrist and my breath hitched.

“Ainsley,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I dream of having you in my arms.”

Before I responded, his lips were on mine again, soft and insistent. This kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. His hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer, until I could feel the heat of his body. I melted into him, my senses overwhelmed by his taste and scent.

His fingers slid under the hem of my T-shirt, his touch sending sparks of desire through me. I gasped as he pulled the shirt over my head, tossing it aside without breaking our connection.

“Reese,” I breathed.

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips finding mine again.

His hands were everywhere, both gentle and demanding. He unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. For a moment, doubt crept in, and I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the way he looked at me like I was the most desirable thing in the world broke through my defenses and exhilarated me.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

His hard cock pressed against me as he trailed his lips down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

My heart was racing, my body aching for him.

He swept me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, as he carried me to the small bedroom where we’d found our ownslice of heaven the last time we were here. The room was dimly lit, and the bed was inviting. When he laid me down and pulled back the comforter, the sheets were soft and cool against my skin.

He unhooked my bra, tossing it aside, cupping my breasts, and brushing my nipples. Moaning, I arched into his touch as pleasure coursed through me.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, brushing his lips over my collarbone.

His kisses continued down my body, his hands moving with him, exploring every inch of me. He paused at my panties, his eyes meeting mine as he hooked his fingers in the waistband, sliding them down my legs.

Then his lips found the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I squirmed, aching for his touch, for the release that I knew was coming.

“Reese, please.”

He looked up at me with hungry eyes. “Please what?”

“Touch me,” I whispered. “I need you.”

His fingers trailed up my thigh, his touch feather-light, until he reached the core of my desire. He slipped a finger inside me, and I gasped. He added another finger, slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment.

My head fell back against the pillow as yearning built within me. His fingers moved in rhythm, sending me spiraling toward the edge. I cried out, my body tensing as my orgasm washed over me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into me.

But Reese wasn’t done with me yet.

He dipped his head, his tongue flicking over my clit. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue relentless as he lapped at me, his fingers inside me, stretching me, filling me. I was lost in the sensations, my body arching off the bed, my hands clutching at the sheets.

“Reese, I’m—”

My orgasm exploded, a wave of pleasure that left me shaking, my body convulsing. When I finally came down, he was hovering above me, his eyes dark with desire, his cock straining against his jeans. I reached for him, my hands fumbling with his fly, desperate to feel him, to taste him.

“Slow down,” he warned, hoarse. “Let me take care of you.”

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