Page 19 of Her Wild Ride

Chapter Five

BEXLEY

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RUN.

Slink away.

Shove him off, and tell him to get over himself.

These should be my actions. I’ve spent years hating him and feeling like a stupid teenager who expected more than he’d ever offered. I’m not that naive girl anymore. I don’t expect him to stick around. I’m not waiting for my knight on a shiny motorcycle to sweep me off my feet and love me until the end of time. But a one-nighter against this tree is exactly the release I need. And this big hunky biker is standing right in front of me.

My fingers tighten around his shirt. I rise to my toes. I swear his eyes darken with desire at my small movements.

He wants me as much as I want him.

Why?

He’s traveled the world on his bike, screwing whoever crossed his path. Why is he looking at me as if I’m the only woman he wants? Why does that idea still spark a familiar feeling inside me?

I ignore my emotions and anything that will talk me out of what I want. I let the desire and lust that’s been mounting inside me all day surface. An explosion of need pulses through me.

“Do you have a condom?” I don’t know where this man has been. Better safe than sorry.

His hand cups the side of my face. His thumb drags over my lower lip. “Yes.” His word comes out in a guttural growl from deep within his chest.

“Good. I need a quick, hot release. Are you up for it? A onetime thing. No strings attached.” I catch his thumb between my lips and drag my teeth down the length.

“We can talk details later,” he rumbles, bending down kiss me.

I push his chest. “There’s no talking about this later. I’m only interested in right now.”

The way he hungrily licks his lips almost makes my knees buckle. “Alright.”

Still gripping handfuls of his shirt, I pull him close and press my lips to his. Everything happens in an instant. The heat. The desire. The pure need of him. His kisses are hot and hard with raw hunger.

My fingers slide under his shirt. I need to feel his skin on mine. I groan at the magnitude of feelings rushing through my veins from a simple touch. The dips and grooves of his six-pack are incredible. I want to explore every last inch. At the same time, I want him to fuck me against this tree with no foreplay at all. I unbutton his jeans.

He growls deep in his chest. He pushes my sweater over my shoulders and down my arms. His lips run over my cheek, across my jawline, and down my throat to my collarbone. I rest the back of my head on the trunk. My chest rises and falls with my ragged breaths. His hands find my breasts through my dress and give them a firm squeeze. He palms each breast.

I reach into his jeans and stroke his hard cock. He lets out another deep growl that ignites my core. Both our hands struggle to push his pants down while our mouths collide wildly and hot. When he pulls away, I pull him back.

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