Page 39 of Diary of a Biker Queen

She opened with a moan, and I tasted her, drove my tongue inside her mouth, taking what I’d been dreaming about for weeks.

Her body melted against mine, and suddenly it didn’t matter she’d been kissing Dax that morning. Or that I’d watched her ride Luca’s cock.

Nothing mattered except how she felt in my arms and the violence inside me that settled when she touched me.

Her fingers roamed my back, lifting the back of my T-shirt so she could trace a fiery path across my muscles. When she’d explored every inch, she slid them to my front, stroking up my abs and chest, flattened palms over my nipples in a way that had me clutching her tighter and sinking down onto the mattress so I could draw her onto my lap.

She straddled my legs, the kiss never stopping, both of us hungry and desperate for more.

Luca cleared his throat. “I’m gonna leave you to it then…”

“Stay,” I ground out, voice deep and demanding.

In exactly the same way he’d said it to me when we’d been on the plane and it had been Nyah in his arms.

I was still fucking annoyed with him for what he’d blabbed to Nyah.

And yet it was hard to maintain a grudge when she was rocking over my lap, her hands cupping my face, her mouth warm and so damn sweet against mine.

I had no idea what I was doing. Only that the out-of-control feeling inside me disappeared when I had her to hold on to. Her to kiss. Her to touch.

I knew I was pushing my luck. That she might have been testing out what kissing me felt like, but I couldn’t stop from finding the tiny gap between her T-shirt and skirt. I slid my hands along the bare skin of her belly, her bump giving me a second’s pause because the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her or the baby.

But it was Nyah who pushed my hand lower. Guided it straight between her legs, so I was cupping her through her underwear.

I groaned at how wet her panties already were, and I rubbed my fingers over her clit, leaning back just a little so I saw the way her eyes closed, and she rocked her hips, chasing more of the feeling.

I caught Luca’s eye over her shoulder, and the heat there was incinerating. His gaze had a touch all its own, and it joined with Nyah’s, stroking over my skin, building a flame in my blood that couldn’t be quenched without more.

I flipped her down onto the bed and reared over her, arms braced either side of her head. I waited to see fear in her eyes. She’d watched me lose control before. She had to be scared.

And yet there was nothing but lust and maybe a tiny bit of surprise in her eyes.

Part of me desperately needed to ask her what this was. I liked Dax, and she was having his baby. She loved him. And yet a bigger part, the part of me that lived inside, in a place I couldn’t control, knew I couldn’t give her up. She was here, in my bed, of her own free will, and I was too selfish to question why or how.

I just kissed her until my brain shut up. Until all I could feel and see and think and smell was her.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to taste you,” I murmured.

She just dragged my head down again, tongue stroking on mine, hot and needy, her body yearning, lifting toward mine, seeking out friction. I lifted one of her legs, holding her beneath her knee and creating a space for me to lay. My lips trailed off the side of hers, and down her neck, across her collarbones and the swell of her cleavage. I licked and kissed her there, rubbing my hand up and down her leg from ankle to thigh, my body keeping her legs widespread beneath me.

I knew where I was going.

I drew back just enough to lift her T-shirt, exposing the rounded belly I couldn’t get enough of. My palms roamed every inch of her skin, my touch featherlight but insistent, learning the curves and planes of her body. I slid down the bed enough to kiss all over her.

It was Nyah who took off her shirt, and call me a greedy fuck, but I couldn’t wait for her to get her bra off. It had no wire, it was just an elastic cropped top of some sort so it was easy enough to push up, so I could get my hands on her tits.

She moaned, dropping her head into the pillows and arching her back so her tits molded into my hands. “God, Lynx. Yes. More.”

But I needed to taste her. Could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and it was driving me wild. My dick tented my pants so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an indent in the mattress beneath me. I knelt between her legs and slid her skirt and panties off, leaving her naked from the waist down.

I didn’t waste a second. My head was between her thighs as soon as I had her bare. I pulled her legs up around my ears, letting her feet rest on my back.

I devoured her with the enthusiasm of a man who hadn’t gotten to do this in years, because he’d been locked up behind bars with only a fading recollection of what it felt like to have a woman’s softness wrapped around your head.

Nyah bucked her hips as I slicked my tongue through her center.

“Fuck,” I mumbled at her core. “You’re so wet, baby.”