Page 25 of Her Dirty Biker
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I whisper, fingers fisting in his shirt.
He scoops me up like I weigh nothing and carries me back to the bed. I cling to him, every touch making my skin come alive. He lays me down like I’m precious, like I’m his.
His mouth trails down my body, slow and reverent. He kisses between my breasts, my ribs, my hips. I arch off the bed when he finally slides his tongue between my thighs, and I don’t even try to hold back the moan.
“Diesel, oh my God…”
“That’s it,” he growls against me. “Say my name. Let me hear how much you love this.”
I do, over and over. My hands are in his hair, my hips grinding against his face because it’s too much and not enough all at once.
I come apart on his tongue, loud, writhing, crying out his name.
Later, when we’re tangled up again, soft kisses trailing between sharp breaths, he strokes my hair and says something I’ll never forget.
“You ruin me, baby.”
I rest my head on his chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He kisses my forehead and holds me tighter.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers.
I whisper back, “Maybe we deserve each other.”
Chapter nine
Diesel
Willow’s asleep in my bed. Her blonde hair is spread across my pillow like golden silk, lips parted, one hand curled under her cheek. Her skin still flushed.
I sit up slowly, trying not to wake her, and pull on my jeans. The sheets are twisted around her bare legs, the marks I left on her thighs fading from red to pink. I drag a hand through my hair and glance toward the window.
It’s quiet, too quiet, something’s off.
I slip out onto the front porch of the safehouse and scan the woods. No sounds, no headlights, no movement. Just that feeling in my gut, the one that’s saved my life more than once. I check the security cameras one by one. All clear.
Still, the unease lingers.
I head back inside, locking up tight. She stirs when I sit beside her on the bed.
"Diesel?"
My chest tightens at the sound of her voice.
"Yeah, angel. Just checking things. Go back to sleep."
She opens one eye. "Can’t sleep without you."
Fuck. I slide in beside her, pulling her into my arms, her bare skin molds against mine like she was made for me.
"You okay?" she whispers.
"I’m good," I lie. "Just wired."
She shifts, pressing a kiss to my chest. "Can I ask you something?"
"Course."
