Page 39 of Her Dirty Biker
“I love you,” she whispers against my mouth.
“I know,” I murmur. “You gonna keep saying it every time I walk through the door?”
“Only if you keep coming back.”
“Then I guess you’re stuck with me, baby.”
“Good.”
She kisses me again, arms tight around my neck, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.
Later, with her curled up in my lap and the fire crackling beside us, she murmurs, “What now?”
“What do you want?” I ask.
She smiles, shy and sweet. “You.”
“You already have me.”
“Then maybe a job at the garage or something else with the club. Something that means I don’t have to go back to the casino.”
“I’ll talk to Rock. You’re family now.”
She goes quiet for a beat. Then she asks, “Can I stay with you?”
“Forever.”
“You sure?”
I tip her chin up. “You’re not just mine, Willow. I’m yours too.”
She blinks at me, those big eyes going glassy. “Diesel…”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“Fuck, I love you.” I kiss her deliberately. “Those are the last words I want to hear before I fall asleep every night.”
She grins. “Even if I’m yelling it while you’re spanking me?”
“Especially then.”
She laughs, full and wild, and I’ll do anything to keep her laughing like that. Always.
Chapter sixteen
Willow
We’re kissing again, and this time, I can’t hold back the whimper that escapes my throat when his hand slips beneath my shirt, palm hot against my bare skin.
He pauses. Looks down at me like I’m breakable. “Tell me to stop, little fox. Right now, before I forget how to be gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
His nostrils flare. “Careful.”
“I want you,Diesel.”
