Page 29 of My Ex-Military Biker

"Okay."

"Right now."

"Okay."

I take her hand and pull her down the hallway into my bedroom, closing the door behind us even though we're alone in the house.

She stands in the middle of the room looking at me, waiting to see what happens next.

This is it. This is where we finally finish what we started.

I look at her standing there in my shirt, her bare legs, her hair loose around her shoulders, her lips already swollen from kissing.

"Take it off," I tell her.

She pulls the shirt over her head and lets it fall to the floor.

She stands there completely naked, letting me look.

I take my time looking at all of her. Her heavy breasts, soft stomach, wide hips, thick thighs, the dark hair between her legs.

She doesn't try to cover herself or apologize for her body. Just stands there and lets me see everything.

"You're fucking beautiful," I say, meaning every word.

She makes a small sound. "You don't have to say—"

"I don't say things I don't mean. Ever."

That stops whatever she was about to say.

I pull my shirt off and kick my jeans away, then my boxers, until I'm standing naked in front of her too.

Her eyes drop and take me in slowly, stopping when she reaches my cock. I'm already hard, have been since we were in the kitchen.

I kiss her again, hard and possessive, while walking her backward toward the bed.

Chapter 6 — Natalie

His mouth on mine is demanding, not asking but taking what he wants.

His tongue slides against mine and I make a sound that's half gasp, half moan. His hands fist in my hair, holding my head exactly where he wants it while he kisses me like he's been starving for days.

I'm pressed against the full length of him, skin to skin with nothing between us anymore.

I can feel every inch of him, hard muscle, the rough texture of scars under my palms, heat radiating off his body.

And his cock, thick and hard against my stomach, making my breath catch.

He walks me backward until my legs hit the bed and I sit automatically. He follows me down, covering me completely with his body.

The weight of him drives the air from my lungs. He's heavy, solid, real in a way that makes everything before this feel like a performance I was watching rather than living.

His mouth moves to my neck and there's nothing gentle about it. Biting, sucking hard enough I know it'll leave marks tomorrow.

The scrape of his teeth makes heat flood between my legs so fast I gasp.

"You're going to have bruises," he says against my skin, not apologizing but stating fact.