Page 21 of The Biker's Forbidden Craving

“Exactly! It’s this restless feeling, like you know you deserve more but you have no idea where the map is to find it.”

“Maybe you write the map yourself,” I say, oddly seeing how all this identifies to Hank and I. We’ve been looking for a map, but there isn’t one. We either leap or stay stuck in our doorways forever.

She reaches out for my hand and offers a soft smile. “Or maybe the map is there and I’m too scared to read it.”

In the silence of Nicole’s profound statement, the door swings open and Hank steps inside, his jaw locked, his gaze narrowed. He looks like a beast. A wild animal about to attack.

“What’s wrong?” I step toward him. “Did something happen?”

He glances toward Nicole. “Could you give us a second?”

“Of course.” She grins and winks toward me as she walks out the front door. “This… this is what I want. Take it! Have fun!”

Apparently, I’m slow because I haven’t caught onto what’s happening yet. Hank looks hungry, like he’s going to tear me limb from limb and eat me alive.

Wait… maybe that’s what I want.

He stalks toward me, his gaze intent with mine as his thick, calloused hand lands against my throat and pushes me against the back wall.

My clit throbs and I whimper against his touch. Dear God, I see what’s happening now. The man is an animal. A starving, feral beast who’s come to take what he wants… finally.

“I just got here five minutes ago,” I pant.

“I can’t wait any longer.” He stares down at me, his voice ragged, his lids hooded with need. “Tell me you want me. Tell me you understand how hard this will be at times. My hands are dirty, Sunny, and this’ll be messy.”

I lift his calloused hand and land it on my face. “I love your dirty hands, Hank. And even if I wanted too, I couldn’t walk away.”

For a long second, he holds his gaze with mine, then suddenly and all at once, his lips are on mine as he growls into my throat.

The leather on his cut rubs against my chest as he kisses me.

“Strip off your clothes. I want to see you naked.”

“Right here? In the store? Nicole could come back. We could get a customer.”

“Take off your clothes,now,” he presses. “I need to see you. All of you.”

I’m not a super confident girl. I also didn’t think I was an exhibitionist. Turns out, when Hank is sending out orders, I’m taking them… willingly.

My clit throbs as I pull my shirt off my shoulders and my skirt off my hips. The thin fabric falls easily to the floor, exposing my bra and the soaked cotton panties.

“Good girl. Take the rest off for me.”

Hank leans against the counter, watching me strip for him, staring at me with a straight face as though he’s studying everyinch of my body. I don’t know if he likes it or hates it, but I figure the fact that he keeps telling me to strip is a good thing.

I unclip my bra, my heart pounding as I check the side door for customers. No one is on the street, but it’s midafternoon. We could get a customer any second now.

“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Take those panties off. I want to see that virgin pussy.”

Oh God. My thighs tremble as I tug my panties to the ground. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this wet in my life.

“Fucking hell, you’re a good girl,” he groans, stepping toward me. His sandpaper hands roam my body with gentle pressure, pushing through my hair, tugging gently as the other wanders down my frame, pinches my nipples, and lifts me up onto the countertop.

He kisses my thighs one at a time, licking his way up toward my aching pussy before burying his face against my wetness with a groan.

My entire body lights on fire. Tingles rush over my skin, and I bury my hands in his hair as the world around me disappears.

Flick after flick of his hot tongue presses against my throbbing clit. I might die, right here, right now, with nothing left of me but a puddle of sticky, wet come.

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