Page 12 of Oops! I Fell for the Biker Next Door

Riot looks so pleased with himself; I don't think anything I can say will dampen his mood.

"Say yes, Zoey," he pleads, his head dipping low enough to feel his breath tickling my throat. "Please?"

"Yes," I breathe out. "But I swear—"

The words barely leave my mouth before he's taking it. His lips steal mine in a bruised, demanding kiss that steals every drop of air from my lungs. The kiss on the chair was intense, but not like this. His body wasn't pressing against me. I wasn't feeling every hard inch of him. Didn't know how I made him respond.

The bulk of his weight keeps my thighs spread, and when his hips press forward, I feel every inch.

The heat between us is intoxicating, but the open air catches up to me. Anyone could walk through these trees—a hiker passing by, or one of those familiar mountain rescue trucks. Even those rangers pop up around now and then. We could get in so much trouble.

Every good-girl instinct I possess is blaring alarm bells. We’re on the ground, surrounded by nothing but leaves and sky, practically begging to be walked in on. I’ve spent my whole life being careful, playing it safe, making the right choices.

And yet, feeling him broad and heavy over me, I’ve never wanted to be bad so badly in my life.

"Someone could come," I whisper, the breeze brushing against my overheated skin.

Riot pauses, pulling back just enough to swallow me whole with the hunger in his gaze. God, he looks like he's starving. "I can get us back to your cabin in no time."

But by then, will the heat still be brewing between us? What if he won't be in the mood to touch me anymore? What if something out of our control gets in the way?

That's not a risk I want to take.

I shake my head, the grass brushing against the back of my neck. "We can't go to the cabin. I... I don't have the patience for that. I want you to touch me."

Saying the words out loud makes me want to hide away forever, but my words must please him because his mouth curves into a smirk. "Your wish is my command."

He doesn't give me time to swallow my embarrassment. Before I can look away, his large hand slides under the hem of my shirt, his palm hot against my stomach. A gasp escapes me at the temperature of his skin against mine.

He doesn't comment on how I've changed over the years, or that there's a bit of squish beneath his fingertips. Despite noticing, the hunger in his gaze doesn't disappear. Not even when he slowly pushes my shirt up to reveal the spot he's exploring.

He pulls back, stops, and stares. A frown forms on his lips.

"You're not..." I try to find the words before my voice can crack. "You're not changing your mind, are you?"

This man growls at the very concept. "Fuck no. I'm just mad someone else got to see this before I did. You're gorgeous, Zo." He leans down and kisses right below my breasts. He doesn't even complain about my boring bra. "Somehow, you got even prettier. I really hope no one comes this way. I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle someone else seeing you like this after all."

Remembering that this guy carries more of a threatening aura now, I realize the weight behind his words. The state of his knuckles flashes behind my eyelids, and my stomach clenches. Weirdly enough, I don't feel the discomfort I should. Instead, I feel more appreciated than I ever would if Riot got upset.

He swoops down to press his mouth against one of the most self-conscious places on my body. Every spot his mouth brushes tingles as he begins making his way down. Further and further until I'm ready to beg him to stop torturing me by getting straight to the point.

Finally, he reaches the button of my jeans. Tilting his head back to meet my eyes, he watches to see if I'll stop him as he ghosts his fingers over the only thing separating him from touching me properly. When I don't even manage a single breath, he pops it open before dragging the zipper down.

"I can't tell you how many times you've plagued my mind since I first saw you a couple of days ago," he murmurs before he begins to tug at my jeans.

I do one more cautious look around before I lift my hips, aiding him.

He slides the denim down my legs, tossing the jeans aside into the grass without taking his eyes off me. My skin pricks with cold air for a split second, but the sudden draft is immediately swallowed by the heat radiating off him.

Instead of moving in closer, Riot stays back on his knees, his gaze dropping to the boring underwear I’m wearing. He freezes, staring, and for a terrifying heartbeat, I think he’s disappointed. Then that handsome grin splits across his face, and I remember who I'm dealing with here.

His eyes gleam with a layer of satisfaction as they lift to meet mine. "I’m glad to see you can still get this worked up over me, Zo."

My brow furrows, confusion cutting straight through the haze of my arousal. "What... what are you talking about?"

He doesn't answer with words. He hooks his thumbs into the sides of my underwear and pulls them down, leaving me completely bare to the cool breeze. He holds them up like a trophy, showing off the darkened color.

They're completely soaked through with my arousal.