Fuck, what this woman did to him. She had every reason to be wary and fearful because of her past, yet she wasn’t with him. And it eased just a bit of the anger inside him—at least until he turned her to face the mirror.
Because that was when her eyes turned wary and a little fearful. A biker who was a few inches over six feet, tatted and muscled up, yanking her out of bed, didn’t bring that response out of her. But looking at herself in the mirror did.
It broke his heart, even as his blood boiled with rage.
Inhaling deeply, he pushed his anger aside and put his hands on her shoulder, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You know what I see when I look at you?”
“We really don’t have to do this.”
“We really do. Know what I see?”
Swallowing hard, she shook her head, not breaking eye contact. Moving closer until he could feel her heat sinking into his bare chest, he reached up and brushed her hair back over her shoulder.
“I see hair that’s long and luxurious, and this might not be its natural shade, but I bet it’s beautiful. It’s hair I want spilled across my chest at night, or wrapped around my fist when we’re using the bed for shit other than sleeping.”
Ana gasped, and he wondered for a moment if he was going too far, but he pushed on. Like being a shifter, he wouldn’t lie to her about this. If he thought it, he’d tell her. Anything to get her to see how beautiful she was.
He never wanted to hear words like those fall from her lips ever again.
“I see eyes the color of a cloudless sky, eyes I could fall into and never want to resurface from. Eyes I do fall into every time I look into them. I see full, pouty lips that make me want to kiss and nibble, just to see if they’ll plump up even more. Lips I’d give my left nut to see wrapped around my cock while I fuck your mouth.”
Leaning down, he ran his lips up the column of her neck, his already rough voice becoming grittier as he spoke. “I see pale, creamy skin that flushes beautifully when you’re worked up. I’m dying to see how pretty your ass cheek would look with my handprint marking the delicate skin.”
Ana’s breathing sped, her light blue eyes going hazier with every word he spoke. Trailing his hands down her back to just under her breasts, he paused, meeting her glazed eyes.
“I see curves that your baggy uniform shirt and my tee can’t hide. I’m fucking jealous as fuck of my shirt right now, baby. You have no idea how much. I see tits that would be a handful, even for me, and we both know I’m big—all over,” he said, just barely resisting the urge to nudge his straining cock against her ass, and dropping his eyes to her nipples, straining against the fabric of his shirt. “Tits I want to squeeze, nipples I want to suck and bite… Can you guess by now that I have fantasies of my cock with these tits, too? One day, I’ll fuck them then come all over them.”
Sliding his hands down just a bit, he watched her throat move as she swallowed. “I see how your waist nips in a bit and,” he continued, sliding one hand around to the gentle curve of her belly, “how soft and right you feel against me here.” Continuing his journey, he trailed his hands to her hips. “I see how your hips flare in a way that has my cock begging me to take you from behind, just so I can grab onto these as I’m thrusting inside you.
“And don’t even get me started on your ass,” he said, his voice nothing more than a rasp, as he finally pressed his aching dick against her, reveling in the gasping moan she let out. “I see how full and round your ass is. Do you have any idea how amazing it’ll be to see it move while I fuck you? To watch the way it’ll ripple when I smack it?”
Letting her head fall back against his shoulder, she rested weakly against him, her breath shuddering hard enough to make her tits bounce delectably. Following his hand with a heavy-lidded gaze, she licked her lips as he slid it over the soft skin of her thigh.
“I see silky smooth legs that I want wrapped around my hips as I hold you up against a wall and drive into you. And there are still so many parts of you I can’t see, but that I know will be sexy as fuck. Fuck, even your feet are sexy, baby. And if I think that about your feet, I bet your pretty pussy will be enough to bring me to my knees, won’t it?”
Slowly bringing his hands up, under her—his—shirt this time, he rested them on the soft skin just above her—his—boxers. Ana moaned breathily, her body literally quivering against his. His cock was crying out for relief, but he wouldn’t make a move until she understood just how fucking sexy and beautiful she truly was.
“Do you understand now, il mio cuore? You’re a fucking goddess, and there isn’t one woman in this clubhouse—fuck, anywhere on the entire fucking planet—who can hold a candle to you. I said my clothes look better on you than they ever did on me because I meant it. You have no fucking clue just how much seeing you wearing my shirt turns me on. I don’t say shit just to hear myself talk. If I say it, I mean it. Now do you understand how I see you? Are you seeing the truth of yourself through my eyes now?”
Ana dragged her eyes to meet his, her cheeks flushed with desire, and nodded shakily. Leaning down to press a kiss
