Page 23 of My Enemy Biker

I release him. Sit back on my heels. He's sprawled on my couch breathing hard, eyes closed, looking more undone than I've ever seen him.

When his eyes open they're clearer. Less haunted.

He reaches down, hauls me up into his lap with one smooth motion that makes me gasp.

"My turn." His voice is rough.

His mouth finds mine and I can taste myself on his tongue, mixed with him. His hand slides into my jeans, under my panties, finds me soaked.

"Christ, you're wet." He sounds genuinely surprised. "You got off on that."

"Yes." No point denying it.

Two fingers slide inside me, easy because I'm ready, have been ready since he knocked on my door. I gasp, grind down against his hand. His thumb finds my clit, circles with exactly the right pressure.

"Cain—"

"I've got you." His mouth is at my throat. "Let go."

He pumps his fingers, curls them as his thumb keeps working my clit, steady and relentless.

The pressure builds fast, overwhelming.

"Come for me."

The command breaks something loose.

I come hard, clenching around his fingers, shaking.

He works me through it, doesn't stop until I'm pushing his hand away because it's too much.

We sit there breathing. His hand slides out of my jeans, comes up to cup my face instead. He kisses me slow, nothing urgent anymore.

When he pulls back his eyes are softer.

"Thank you." He sounds like he means it.

"For what?"

"For this. For letting me in." Pause. "For not being afraid of what I am."

I rest my forehead against his. "I'm terrified of what you are. I'm choosing you anyway."

His arms come around me, tight enough it almost hurts. We stay like that, just holding each other while our breathing evens out.

Eventually I stand. My legs are shaky. "Come on."

"Where?"

"You're staying. Couch or bed, I don't care which, but you're not riding home at three in the morning."

He stands, tucks himself back into his jeans. "Couch."

"You don't have to—"

"If I get in your bed right now I won't stop." His eyes meet mine. "When I fuck you for the first time, I want to be fully present. Not running on adrenaline and no sleep."

Heat flashes through me at the certainty in his voice. Not if. When.