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I’d needed a chill fucking evening, but that seemed like the last thing I was getting. Because from the moment this woman had walked into the room, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her. I hadn’t been able to relax. Her gaze had me strung tight from the time our eyes had met.
She was stunning. Not in the traditional sense of the word. She was small. Smaller than small actually. And so very thin. Almost too much so. But it was her face that was striking. With her small, upturned nose and delicate but lush mouth. High cheekbones that looked like they’d slice a motherfucker and almond-shaped eyes that I imagined disappeared when she smiled. Those eyes, man.
Sad eyes that grabbed me and held me captive. I hadn’t been able to turn away. Not even when she’d stared me down. And the longer she stared, the more excited I got.
I should have been embarrassed. I was probably a sick motherfucker. But one sad look from her and I was as hard as a rock. But I couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck.
It had been a long time since I’d had such an immediate reaction to a woman, and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to take advantage of it.
So when she’d dared me with those desolate pools of sadness from the dance floor, I hadn’t stood a chance.
I had to have her. If only for tonight, but I was damn sure taking her home with me.
Her male friend hadn’t seemed too pleased when she’d told him she’d be coming home with me. Nevertheless, here we were, standing next to my bike.
I turned to her, helmet in hand, “Put this on,” I ordered, holding the helmet out.
With a trembling hand, she reached for it, eyeing my bike.
I swallowed hard. Her quivering hand was fucking up my night. I wanted her but not like this. I wanted her like she was on the dance floor. Hot, willing, ready. Bold.
“We don’t have to do this.” I made to grab my helmet out of her hands.
Her gaze snapped to mine. “No, no, I want to.” She chewed on her lip adorably and I wanted to bite it. “I just. I’ve never ridden a motorcycle.”
I almost smiled. “Well, then you’re in for a treat.” I slipped on my Harley and cranked her up, revving the engine a couple of times. “Helmet on!” I yelled over the noise.
She slipped it on and I leaned over and tightened it under her chin to make sure she was safe. I wanted to kiss her pink lips. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her everywhere.
Then I held my hand out to her. “Hop on.”
She placed her hand in mine and then paused, her eyes darting between me and the bike.
“You coming?” I asked, daring her with my eyes like she’d dared me on the dance floor. I waited a beat, smelling the rain in the air around us. We didn’t have long before we’d both be drenched.
She took a deep breath and then swung onto the back of my bike like she’d done it a thousand times.
She was brave, this woman with the sad eyes.
Leaning back into her, I grabbed her arms with my hands and wrapped them around my waist tight. “Hold on tight, baby.”
I gunned it and we were off, the wind cooling my warm face.
Her arms tightened at my waist as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts to my back, cradling the bottom part of my body right up against what I was positive was a gorgeous pussy.
I couldn’t wait to taste it. And even though I was more than anxious to get this woman home and in my bed, I took the long way home so she could actually enjoy the ride, and when I sped down a side street close to my place, I could have sworn I heard her laugh.
I felt my own mouth tilt up in a barely there smile before I rolled my eyes, half pissed off I couldn’t see her gorgeous face while she enjoyed the ride.
We turned down my street and I felt one of her small hands dance at the waistband of my jeans. I held in a groan as that hand crept under my shirt and played along the ridges of my stomach, featherlight against my skin, warming me from the inside out.
My cock was unbearably hard and I wondered if we’d make it in the house as I parked my bike in the garage, immediately picked her up off the seat, set her on her feet, and unfastened that stupid fucking helmet.
As soon as it was off, my mouth was on hers. My hands crept under her green top and straight to those tits that I couldn’t wait to taste.
I walked her backward into my house and straight to the couch, my mouth devouring hers, our clothes tossed carelessly around the room on the way. We were ravenous for each other, a mess of hands, tongues, and teeth. She moaned into my mouth and I swallowed it.
And when I finally had her down to her panties alone, I pushed her back onto the sofa and crawled between her legs, desperate to be inside of her, wanting more than anything to feel her warm, wet cunt snug around me.
