Page 35 of Sexting the Bikers
So I kiss her again, slower this time. Right beneath her ear. Then lower.
Her breath catches, soft and shaky, and I feel it against my chest. Her body relaxes into mine like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.
And then she turns in my arms, eyes shining with something fierce and fragile all at once. Before I can say anything—before I can think—her hands slide up my chest, and her mouth finds mine.
The kiss is soft at first. Testing. But the second I respond—pressing my lips to hers, angling my head to deepen it—she sighs into me like she’s been holding that breath for hours.
I slide my hands down her sides, over the curve of her waist, pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her against me. She gasps softly, just enough to let me know she wants more. Her fingers knot in the front of my shirt, tugging slightly, and that sound—God, that sound—is going to burn itself into my memory.
She moans again, a soft, breathy thing that hits me square in the chest and coils low in my gut.
I slow it down, letting my hands explore—her back, the curve of her hips, the tension still in her muscles from everything she’s been holding in.
She doesn’t pull away—not even for a second. Her mouth stays on mine, hungry now, like we’ve crossed some invisible line we’re both too far gone to care about. The kiss deepens, her fingers tightening in my shirt, and something inside me snaps clean in half.
I slide my hands down, one under each thigh, and lift her.
She gasps, the sound breaking against my lips, but she doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t protest. Just clings to me tighter, wrapping her legs around me, like letting go isn’t an option anymore.
I carry her out of the kitchen, not breaking the kiss, not once. Her body molds perfectly to mine—warm, trembling, alive. I don’t have to go far. My room’s just around the corner, tucked off the hall like a forgotten secret.
She doesn’t ask where we’re going.
My shoulder nudges the door open. I step inside, kick it closed behind us, and the world narrows to nothing but her breath, her mouth, the way her fingers slide into my hair like she’s anchoring herself to me.
The second the door clicks shut, I press her gently against the wall.
Her breath catches as her spine meets the cool surface, and I feel her legs tighten around my waist, anchoring herself to me like she never wants down. I brace one hand beside her head, the other gripping the back of her thigh as I lean in, mouth tracing a slow line down her jaw.
“You okay?” I murmur, even though I already know the answer.
She nods, eyes half-lidded, voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop.”
That’s all I need.
I capture her mouth again, this time with more heat—more hunger. She answers with a soft, needy sound that makes my pulse spike. My tongue brushes hers, teasing, tasting, and when she presses her hips forward against me, I groan low in my throat.
She’s fire under my hands.
I kiss her harder, one hand slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, fingers dragging across bare skin, earning another sighfrom her lips. Her body arches into mine, craving contact, giving in.
Her hands slide down my back, urgent now, fingertips digging through my shirt, pulling me closer—closer—until there’s no space left between us.
“Katya,” I breathe against her mouth, and her eyes flutter open, bright and blown wide with want.
And damn if I’m not already too far gone.
Her breath hitches when my hand slips under her shirt again, cupping her breast with just enough pressure to draw another soft moan from her lips. I kiss her deeper, slower this time, letting the moment stretch and burn between us as my thumb drags across her nipple, feeling it tighten under my touch.
She arches against me, hips shifting, and I reach down with my free hand, lifting her skirt, and she shivers when the cool air hits her skin.
I break the kiss, just for a moment, resting my forehead against hers.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, voice rough, breath ragged.
She shakes her head once, voice barely audible. “Don’t you dare.”
I hook my hands around the waistband of her panties and ease them down, kissing her again as she lifts her hips to help. She lets out a shaky breath, and I drop to my knees, trailing kisses down her stomach, over her hips.
