Page 12 of Her Grumpy Biker
“I do,” he confirms. “I didn’t know I had all those thoughts in my head until they came out just now, but I stand by everything I said. You bring out this other side to me, one I never knew existed.”
I sway closer to him, my eyes flicking between his blue gaze and his lips. I’ve never kissed anyone, let alone someone as sexy and all-consuming as Diego. His eyes darken, and he tilts his head down, our lips almost-but-not-quite touching.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I whisper.
A painful groan rises up from his chest. “Fuck, I want to, sweet girl. But I’d hate myself if I ever took advantage of your trust. You’ve been through a lot today. I’m sure you want to shower and rest up.”
Shame pours over me, and I practically jump away from him. “Sorry. I thought… Nevermind. Sorry,” I blurt out. Of course, he doesn’t want me like that. What was I thinking? Sure, he’s being nicer to me than anyone I’ve ever met, but that doesn’t mean–
Diego cups the back of my neck and pulls me toward him, fusing his lips to mine. All doubts and fears slip right out of my head at his touch. Diego’s fingers weave through my hair, and he angles my head so he can get a better taste.
He sucks on my bottom lip, and I open my mouth in invitation. I have no idea what I’m doing, but that doesn’t slowDiego down. He strokes his tongue against mine, igniting a fire in my veins I’ve never felt before. My pounding, throbbing pulse echoes throughout my body, landing between my thighs in a sweet, sharp ache.
My hands crawl up Diego’s chest and circle around his neck, pulling his body flush against mine. I shudder when my sensitive nipples rub against the hard planes of his chest, making him groan into our kiss.
“Perfect,” he murmurs when we break apart. “You’re perfect,” he says again before kissing the top of my head. “Did that clear things up?” Diego asks, giving me a playful look. I’ve never seen him like this, but I love every side of my handsome biker.
I nod and smile, not caring that my cheeks are probably glowing bright red.
“Good. Now you can take a hot shower knowing I’ll be here, thinking about our kiss and all the other firsts I’d like to give you.” Diego surprises me again by wagging his thick eyebrows.
I giggle at his silly gesture, but his words send tendrils of pleasure down my spine. Yes, I would very much like Diego to be all of my firsts.
Diego helps me up and shows me to the bathroom before grabbing a change of clothes for when I get out. The warm water cleanses my soul as much as my skin. Confessing everything to Diego lifted a weight I didn’t know I was carrying around. I feel free, seen, understood, and supported.
I also feel… like we have unfinished business after that kiss. My breasts are extra sensitive as I rub the earthy, pine-scented body wash over them. The air fills with Diego’s scent, and I find myself pressing my hand over my throbbing center in an attempt to relieve the ache blossoming there. It doesn’t help. It only makes things worse. What is this tugging in my lower belly? Why do I suddenly feel restless and needy?
By the time I wash my hair and step out of the shower, I’m decidedly a mess. Clean, yes, but also wanton and… wet. Not just from the water, either. I need… something. Something only Diego can give.
I brush my hair and slip on the t-shirt Diego left for me. It’s so big it could be a dress, which makes me feel small and dainty. Another first for me. I consider putting on the sweatpants as well, but a wicked thought occurs. Diego said he’d be thinking about all the firsts he wants to give me. Maybe I can convince him to show me a few tonight.
Opening the bathroom door, I make my way to the living room, where Diego is pacing back and forth. He stops abruptly when he sees me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers. Diego locks his gaze on mine and moves with the strength and power of a lion going after its prey. I’ll let him devour me anytime.
He’s in front of me in three long strides, his hand cupping the side of my face as he leans down to kiss me again. This kiss is wilder and unrestrained, like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him.
All I can do is whimper as he takes complete control of my body and soul. The next thing I know, I’m being carried and then placed on a hard surface. Breaking the kiss, I look around and realize I’m sitting on the dining room table, a few feet from the couch. Diego steps between my legs and nuzzles into my neck, his hands gripping my hips as if he can’t get enough.
Diego breathes against my mouth, his thumb pulling my chin down. He fills my mouth with his breath once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body, and he grabs my knees, spreading them wide and jerking me to the edge of the table.
“Your lips are so damn sweet,” he murmurs before diving back in. His hands trail up my thighs, pushing the shirt I’mwearing up higher and higher. I whimper into his mouth, then gasp when his thumbs massage the inside of my thighs. I’m not wearing any underwear, a fact I’m sure he’s well aware of.
“M-more,” I stutter out, unable to hide the desperate tone in my shaky voice.
“So wet for me,” Diego grunts. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Even just that light, teasing touch makes me ache for so much more. “Can I touch you, beautiful? Can I make you come?”
I nod my head and wiggle my hips, trying to get him right where I’m hurting the most. “Please,” I whisper, fisting his shirt.
Diego doesn’t waste a single second. He presses his thumb into my folds, rubbing the tip of his digit against my sensitive bundle of nerves. I jerk forward and press my face against the side of his neck. Diego grunts in approval, then swipes two fingers up my slit, collecting the wetness there and blurring his fingers over my aching center.
I bury my face deeper into his neck, muffling the loud moan that escapes my lips. His fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, stroking me up and down but never quite touching me where I need him the most. I tilt my hips, seeking relief, but Diego just chuckles darkly.
“You need something from me?”
“Mmhm,” is about all I can say at the moment.
“Need me to fingerfuck this tight, wet little pussy?”
