He moved his hips, never taking his gaze off her.She grabbed onto the bedspread, and when he placed his finger over her clit, she moaned and brought her legs up to his shoulders.He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress beside her head.
She wanted to remain right here for the rest of time, with Baddy inside of her and her legs wrapped around his body.
The power of his strokes increased, the desperate need for release built, and she gasped.He loosened her clutch on the blanket and linked their hands together.
He drove faster and deeper, touching parts of her that had never been touched.Her muscles clenched and spasmed, stretching and reaching.
"Yeah," he said."Give it to me, sweetheart.Give me everything."
She gave him everything.Flailing her head, she moaned.
Baddy leaned forward, burying his face in her neck.His groan vibrated against her skin as each wave of her orgasm drew him closer.She slipped her hands out of his and wrapped her arms around his neck.His weight pressed down on her with a groan of pleasure, and she lay there, breathing heavy, skin to skin, hearts pounding.
Against her ear, he whispered, "You're mine, sweetheart."
Bikers were a different breed, and although she grew up in the lifestyle, anything less than bossy and demanding from him would be a disappointment.She took his overprotective stance and stubbornness for what it was—him taking care of her.
He was different than the boyfriends her mother had.Baddy was devoted and satisfied with her.He made her feel better about herself and never put her down.He never humiliated her in front of others.
He respected her, even when they were alone.
She closed her eyes.This completeness and connection with Baddy were what she'd waited for.He was the picture of love and family that she yearned for.
"Am I, really?"she said, snuggling closer.
"Yeah."He kissed the side of her neck, then grinned—a sexy, knowing, full smile that curved his lips and the corners of his eyes."I'm not fucking around."
She laughed softly and shook her head.He rolled to his side, taking her with him.She yawned in contentment.This was the happiest she'd ever been.
Chapter 25
The diner slipped intothat end-of-the-night quiet.The last several customers lingered over half-empty coffee cups and the last sliver of pie.Lydia wiped down a table, already thinking about going upstairs and collapsing into bed.
Her late nights loving Baddy and her early mornings loving him again, followed by a full day of work, had caught up with her.She was exhausted, sore, and blissfully happy.
The bell over the door jingled.
