Page 71 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
He growled low in his throat when I pressed a kiss to his chest. “You’re testing my control, sweetheart.”
“Good.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “Maybe I want to see just how far I can push you.”
His hands tightened on my hips. “Show me what you’ve got in mind.”
So, I did. I took my time learning his body, tracing his tattoos with my fingers and then my lips. His breathing grew ragged as I moved lower, exploring every inch of him.
The wrecked sound he made when I finally took him into my mouth went straight to the top of my list of “Top Five Sounds I’ve Ever Heard”. His hand tangled in my wet hair, guiding but not controlling, letting me set the pace. The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating.
“Eden,” he rasped. “Fuck, your mouth . . .”
I hummed in response, and his hips jerked. His restraint was hot and turned me on more than I already was. The way his muscles tensed as he fought to stay still, the harsh breaths that echoed off the shower walls. I loved knowing I could affect him this way.
His hands fisted in my hair harder as he said, “The things you do to me . . .”
I looked up at him, taking him deeper, and watched as his head rested back against the tiles, his expression full pleasure. When I pulled back to run my tongue along him, his whole body shuddered.
“Eden,” he warned, his voice barely human.
I took him deep again, sucking and licking, and was rewarded with a string of curses that would’ve made Mrs Primrose faint.
When he finally pulled me up to kiss me, it was with a hunger that showed me again just how much he wanted me. He spun us, pressing me against the tiles while his hand slid between my legs. “My turn,” he said against my cheek.
His fingers found me ready for him, and the sound he made was downright nasty. “So wet for me already.” He slid a finger inside. “Is this what sucking my cock does to you, darlin’? Gets you this turned on?”
I could only gasp in response as he added another finger while his other hand cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple. His fingers playing my body like he owned it had me climbing toward release fast.
“That’s it,” he murmured, curling his fingers just right inside me. “Let me feel you come apart. Show me what I do to you.”
I reached up to grip his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. Our kiss was fierce, hungry, unrestrained. Jake kissed me like he was drowning and I was air, like he needed to consume every gasp and moan.
“Jake,” I cried as his fingers hit that perfect spot again. “I’m going to?—”
“Give it to me,” he demanded while rubbing my clit. “Let me watch you come.”
The orgasm hit me hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
Before I could recover, Jake lifted me, pinning me to the tiles. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist, grateful he already knew I was on birth control and that we’d discussed STI stuff. (Yes, I’m incapable of being chill about anything, including safe sex. He’d answered every question without blinking. I, meanwhile, had prepared follow-ups.)
He entered me in one deep thrust that had us both groaning.
The stretch of him.
The fullness.
Skin to skin for the first time.
Just having him inside me was better than any sex I’d ever had.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said, starting a rhythm that had me seeing stars. “So tight around me.”
He pounded into me like no man ever had, not even like he had before, and the way he kept hitting the right spot had me racing toward another peak. Each thrust drove me closer, my nails leaving crescents in his shoulders as I held on.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, the husk in his voice just as much a turn on as everything else he was doing. “One more for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
His words pushed me over the edge, and I orgasmed.
