“That was kind of fun,” I admit.
“Yeah, it’s fuckin’ great. You ever want to go again, you let me know.”
I hand him back the helmet. “Thanks for the ride.”
He climbs off the bike, too. “I’m not done yet.”
I blink. “What?”
His eyes meet mine. “I’m not fuckin’ done yet.”
“With what?”
He walks toward my apartment. “You.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh. My. God.
I stare at him, watching as he goes to my door, stops, and turns, looking at me. He wants me to let him in. To do what? Oh, god, is he going to fuck me? I can’t say that would be a bad thing, but I should probably resist.
God dammit.
I don’t know why I’m putting one foot in front of the other right now.
But I am.
I’m walking toward him with the intentions of letting him do whatever it is he’s planning.
Why do I feel like I’ll regret this?
THE SECOND I’M INSIDE and the door is closed and locked behind me, I glance at Riggs who looks around my apartment before turning. His eyes scan over me and, in a rough voice, he orders, “Get undressed.”
I blink.
Say what?
Just like that? Get undressed?
“Ah, what?”
“You heard me, Sparkler. Get undressed.”
“I ... Why?”
His eyes meet mine. “You know exactly why. Do as I ask, or I’ll fuckin’ leave.”
God, why is it turning me on so much that he’s a bossy asshole?
I should be telling him right where to go, and yet I find myself taking the top of my dress and sliding it down over my shoulder, not pulling my eyes from his even once.
He watches, the most intense expression on his face. It’s the kind of look I’ve never been given when undressing for a man before. It’s the look of raw, unfiltered lust and sexual tension. He wants me, and, regardless of anything, I’m surprised by that. He wants me in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been wanted before. Nobody has ever looked at me like that, so I’m sure of it.
I slip my dress over my shoulders and then slide it down and kick it off. I’m left standing in my lacy bra and panties, and I feel ... uncomfortable. I can’t help it. I’m body confident, I am, but I’ve seen the girls he’s with. They have the kind of bodies that you see in magazines. I can’t compare to that, I can’t even come close. I put my arm across my chest in a moment of weakness.
“Do not cover your fuckin’ body up, Evelina. Drop your arm. Now.”
I do as he asks.
“Now, finish getting undressed.”
He shrugs his jacket off and puts it on the sofa as he watches me reach around and unclip my bra. God, I’m terrified and yet the ache between my legs is so very real.
He’s doing things to me I simply haven’t felt before.
“Why do you want to do this?” I ask, hesitating. “You can’t stand me.”
“You’re a beautiful woman, I fuck beautiful women. Does it need to be any more complicated than that?”
He thinks I’m beautiful?
Eeep.
I let my bra fall and my breasts drop, bouncing slightly. I have big breasts, not massive enough that they cause problems, but well and truly full enough that they fill out a bra with no problems.
Riggs stares at them, his eyes flashing, and he reaches for the hem of his shirt, taking it off. I gaze at his perfect chest and body, the nicest muscles, sculpted and perfect. Biceps that make my mouth water. He’s perfection at its finest. And he’s about to fuck me. Him, the gorgeous biker, is about to fuck me, Evelina ... I can’t even with that.
“Now the panties,” he growls. “Show me that sweet pussy.”
God.
Dammit.
I can’t handle all this tension. The way he talks makes me weak at the knees.
I take my panties and slide them down until they drop onto the floor. Then I stand upright and make eye contact with him. He’s staring at the wet spot between my legs and he makes a low throaty sound as he takes a step forward, unbuckling his belt. He drops it to the ground, and then his jeans go next until he’s standing in front of me naked, boots kicked off to the side.
I take the time to savor his body, running my eyes over every inch of it. It’s impeccable, and his cock is the kind you can only dream of. Long, but not too long, thick and so hard. God, it’s taking everything inside of me not to rush over there, drop to my knees, and let it slide into my mouth. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted another human in my life, and I’m scared he’ll figure that out and this will end.
“Turn around and bend over that sofa, this is my fuckin’ night.”
Oh, god.
I do as he asks, walking over to the sofa and bending over the back of it. He comes up behind me, his body heat warming my bottom. I feel his cock brush over my skin and then his hands are on me, starting at my shoulders, running down my back and over my hips. He pauses at my ass, grabbing a fistful in his hands and growling, “It’s about fuckin’ time I saw a real ass.”
Oh.
My.
He shifts and then I can feel his hot breath against the skin of my bottom as he spreads my ass cheeks wide and then pushes me forward so my pussy is exposed. Then his mouth is on me. I’ve never had anything so thrilling in my life. His tongue dives in, his hands grip my ass, and I cry out with shock and oh so much pleasure. He lashes at me with a ferocity I can’t handle, and I feel that all familiar pressure building inside of me again.
He inserts two fingers without warning, and I cry out only to relax after a few seconds when he finds that sweet spot and starts stroking at
