Page 19 of Her Dirty Biker
He lays me down like I’m breakable.
Then he stands at the edge, staring down at me like he’s starving.
His voice is ragged. “Last chance, Willow.”
My heart pounds. “I want you.”
His chest is a mass of muscle, scars, and tattoos. Beautiful and terrifying and mine—for right now. He crawls onto the bed, pushing my thighs apart with slow, deliberate pressure.
“Let me taste you,” he growls.
My eyes widen. “You—you want to…?”
“Oh, baby,” he says, dragging my panties down my legs. “I need to.”
His mouth finds my inner thigh first. Kisses. Bites.
I squirm and whimper.
He groans. “So fucking soft.”
Then he licks me in one long, slow stroke that makes my back arch off the bed. I moan, loud and desperate.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my skin. “You’re so wet for me already.”
His tongue is relentless. Thorough. He worships me like it’s his job, alternating between licks and sucks, keeping me on the edge until I’m shaking.
My fingers claw at the sheets. “Diesel, please…”
He doesn’t stop.
He growls into my core. “Say it, little fox. Say who’s making you come.”
“You! Fuck, Diesel!”
He sucks hard on my clit and I explode, crying out as pleasure rips through me. It’s blinding and endless, and I can barely think as I come down.
He kisses his way back up my body, lips shiny, expression smug.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he murmurs.
I’m panting, body trembling. But I want more.
Chapter six
Willow
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
My body is buzzing, wrecked, and still trembling from the orgasm Diesel just gave me with his mouth. I’m flushed and soaked and panting, spread out beneath him like I don’t have a single thought in my head exceptmore.
I want more. I want him.
“Can I try something?” I ask, voice still breathless, cheeks hot.
His head lifts, eyes dark with surprise. “What do you mean, baby?”
I swallow and slide my hand down his chest, toward the thick, hard length pressed against my thigh. “I want to taste you. Like you tasted me.”
