Page 36 of The Biker and the Baker
I’d figured that’s where the main bedroom was and deliberately avoided going in that direction. The last thing I want is to be conjuring up images of myself in his bed, all tangled in his sheets and limbs.
Dodging his bedroom statement in the same manner he dodged my question, I say, "I had no idea mobile homes could look like this.”
"Hm." He bites his lower lip as he watches me. "Can I get you a beer?"
"No. I’ve had enough alcohol for the evening. In fact…" I trail off and get my phone out to check for messages from Lissa. Nothing. "I should be getting home."
He folds his arms across his chest. "What’s at home that you need to get back to?"
"Well, my bed, for one."
"Got three beds here."
Is he serious?
Selective hearing. That’s the route I choose as I start making for the door. Of course, I have to get past him to reach it. He’d never really left the vicinity of the door when we came in. As if he knew I would try to flee at some point, he’d planted himself near the handlebar by the entrance, watching me with those sinful eyes as I roamed his home.
When I get close, instead of stepping aside for me to leave, he steps into the passageway, effectively blocking me with his broad shoulders and big muscles.
My heart quickens, and I slowly shift my gaze up to his. "What are you doing?"
"Making you mine."
"Wha—" I don’t get to finish the question, because in the next breath, like the bass drop to a song, his lips are pressed firmly on mine. Taken by surprise, I stand inert.
His tongue coaxes my lips apart, sliding between them as he snakes one hand around my waist and pulls me up against him. That’s when I sigh into his mouth, unable to help it as my traitorous body relaxes against his.
Feeling submerged under this high-current wave of desire, I open up and let him in, feel his warm slick tongue against mine, the scratch of his beard against my skin, the scorching heat of his fingers gripping my hips.
He takes the lead and I allow him to. I’m dominant by nature and Onyx is the last person I want to submit to, but my will is acting of its own volition at this point.
Heat floods me, from the tips of my fingers down to my soles, my belly tight with desire. Swept up and consumed, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip. He growls and drives me backward until I’m up against the dinette, the back of my thighs hitting the table.
I kiss him back then, my kisses deeper, wilder, less controlled than his are. The grunts and groans vibrating in his throat are telling.He loves it.
He’s hard, so hard.
And hot, so hot.
Wrapping one of my legs around one of his, I mold myself to him, pressing ever closer.
He grips and squeezes my thighs, the material of my dress crumpling with the act. Reaching down, I seize his hand and shift it between my legs, giving clear consent to what I want.
I’m so turned on I can’t help it, and the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs is like a bomb about to explode.
Those fingers…those strong, masculine fingers…I want themonme.
Onyx doesn’t slack; he acts without further prodding, gliding his hand straight to the apex. When he pinches my clit over my panties, I whimper into his mouth, my hips jolting forward. With his thumb, he rubs my clitoris from outside my panties and I know he feels my arousal soaking through the lacy material.
Oh, sweet heavens…
I kiss him harder, my nub swelling from pleasure with each move. When he at last shifts my panties aside and gives me direct contact, I know it won’t be long before I’m creaming all over his fingers.
Long and skilled, his fingers glide through, over, and around, dancing through my slippery valley. And I grip his biceps and undulate against him, burning up, swelling…swelling…swelling…
When he finally pushes two fingers inside me while pressing down on my clit with his thumb, that’s it, I’m a goner. I rip my mouth away from his and press my face to his neck as my body tightens one last time before letting loose to a juddering spiral, the sounds of my climax muffled in his skin.
By the time I climb down, my heartbeat is wilding out. Slowly, I lift my head from his neck and gaze up at him. “Well, that escalated quickly.”
