Page 102 of Biker Orc Baby Daddy
I deepen the kiss. Open my mouth against his. Let him in.
His hands come up. Slide into my hair. Tilt my head just so. His glasses are in the way. I reach up. Take them off. Set them carefully on the hallway table.
He blinks at me. Unfocused without his glasses. Vulnerable.
Mine.
The thought slips in before I can stop it. Dangerous. Premature. Absolutely terrifying.
I kiss him again.
His hands slide down my back. Pull me closer. His body is hard against mine. All muscle and heat andman.
I press against him. Feel him respond. Feel himharden.
He groans into my mouth. A sound that goes straight to my core.
I pull back. Just enough to look at him. To see his face flushed and his eyes dark and his lips wet from my mouth.
"Bedroom," I say.
He nods. Doesn't speak. Can't. Too busy looking at me like I'm the answer to a question he's been asking for a long time.
I take his hand. Lead him down the hall. To my room. My bed.
The door clicks shut behind us.
The air is thick. Heavy. Like we're underwater.
I turn to face him.
He looks at me. Really looks. Like he's putting me to memory. Like he's afraid I'll disappear if he blinks.
I won't.
I'm right here.
I grab for the hem of his shirt. Pull it over his head. Toss it aside.
His chest is broad. Muscled. A light dusting of hair. A faint green tint to his skin that I remember from that first night. From Ridge.
I touch him. Slide my hands over his chest. His stomach. His hips.
He shudders under my touch. A sound catches in his throat.
I look up at him. Meet his eyes.
"Your turn," he says. Voice rough.
I nod. Lift my arms.
He pulls my shirt off. Slow. Careful. Like he's unwrapping something precious.
His hands come up. Slide over my skin. My shoulders. My arms. My waist.
I shiver under his touch. A sound catches inmythroat.
He steps out of them. Kicks them aside. Stands before me in just his boxers. His body is hard and muscled andmale.
