His gaze softened, and he moved inside her, testing to see if she had lied.Her eyes rolled, and she fought to keep looking at him.Having him move was...wonderful.
She ran her hands along his sides.The muscles bunched against her palms.
He stared at her breasts, swaying with each thrust.She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.He had to be the sexiest man she'd ever seen.
She wasn't sure how to take him.Was this a one-morning stand?
He'd come to her last night.He'd entered her apartment.He'd stayed.
He ground against her clit.Her legs hooked around his thighs, and she moved, finding more pleasure.
Somewhere, normal people were starting their day.Here, the headboard slammed against the wall in a rhythm that matched her heartbeat.
He leaned down, captured her mouth, and swallowed her gasp.His tongue consumed her.
His hips rolled against hers.He was intoxicating, making her drunk.Tipsy.Off balance.
His hands were rough from years of gripping handlebars.He mapped her body, finding spots she didn't realize could tighten her stomach like that.When he bit her earlobe, the sting shot straight to her core.
"Jesus," he muttered, but the way his fingers tightened on her thigh said he liked it.
The bed framed creaked when he flipped her onto her stomach, one arm hooking around her waist to haul her up onto her knees.His chuckle was dark against her spine as she scrambled for purchase in the tangled sheets."Easy, sweetheart."
The endearment shouldn't have sent heat cascading through her, but it did, especially when he followed it up with fingers twisting in her hair just shy of painful.Every thrust knocked a sound out of her.A moan.A grunt.A prayer.
Each time, she could almost feel him grinning against her shoulder blade.
Morning light sliced through the curtain.His hands spanned her waist, guiding her movements as he plunged into her from behind, over and over.The relentless push and pull coiled her insides tighter until—
His phone vibrated on the bed.
He continued thrusting.When the cell stopped and started again, his growl went up her spine, and his fingers dug harder into her hips."Fuck that."
He tensed.His rhythm faltered for one heartbeat.His next thrust was deliberate, deep enough to make her back arch.
Silence settled over them again, broken only by skin sliding against skin, the wetness of her pussy coating them both.She clutched the comforter.Her arousal crested, sudden and deep, stealing a sob from her throat.Her whole body tightened and rode the wave of pleasure.
He followed with a groan, forehead dropping to her shoulder blade while his hands stroked over the flare of her hips in rough, wordless approval.
Outside, another motorcycle rumbled past.She should care about the time, about the phone call, about anything beyond the way his heartbeat thudded against her back.
He rolled, wrapped his arm around her waist, and took her down to the bed, turning her over and pinning her wrists above her head.She was malleable and weak.
His breath was ragged against her temple."Fuckin' hell," he muttered, dragging his free hand down her side like he was memorizing the terrain.
The rough pad of his thumb circled her nipple slowly, and she arched off the mattress with a choked noise.His laugh was a dark huff against her skin."Greedy."
The phone vibrated again.She flinched at the sound, but his grip tightened around her wrist, holding her in place as his hips rolled in a filthy, shallow grind.
Somewhere in the building, a door slammed.She exhaled heavily.
"I have to work this morning," she whispered.
He went still above her, muscles locking.For one suspended second, she thought he'd pull away.Then his fingers slid between her legs, pressing hard enough to make her cry out.Her hips jerked off the bed, chasing the pressure.
Somewhere beneath the haze, shame flickered.She was no better than her mom, sleeping with a biker.
"I need to see who was calling," he murmured, but his fingers continued to play with her."And get to the clubhouse."
