Snowbound with the Biker (Holiday Encounters Book 2) (10 page)

“What’s next?” He whispered the question against my lips.

“What?” I turned my head a little so his lips landed on the sensitive spot just below my ear and I could explore his throat and chest with my lips. When I encountered his flat nipple, I twirled the point of my tongue around it and then gave it a teasing bite.

That tore a groan from him and he skimmed his hands down to capture my face. He pressed a fast, hard kiss on my lips before pulling back.

“What’s next in your dream?” he demanded.

I shook my head, my mind too clouded with thoughts of what I wanted to do to him, what I wanted him to do to me. Then it hit me. My dreams.

“Do we move to the bed now?” he asked.

I turned my face up to his and sank my teeth into my lower lip as I shook my head.

“No?” He ran a finger down my cheekbone and along the line of my jaw.

“No,” I whispered. I inhaled on a shuddering breath. “After this part, I close my eyes and we’re not in the bedroom anymore. We’re in the bathroom stall at a club and…”

I pressed my overheated face into his throat and he chuckled.

“A public bathroom, huh? Who would have thought Miss Katelyn Murphy would have such wild dreams?”

Oh, God
. I couldn’t believe I told him all that.

He used a finger under my chin to tilt my face up to his. I struggled to meet his eyes, fighting at once the urge to hide my face in embarrassment until the next millennium and at the same time wanting to bare everything to him—my body, my dreams, my every fantasy.

I managed to look up at him. “My clothes are gone once we’re in the bathroom. All except a pair of high heels and a long string of beads around my neck.”

Without conscious thought, my hand traveled up to touch my neck.

“So we’re naked in a public bathroom?”

“Just me,” I manage to whisper through suddenly dry lips.

“Just you?”

I nod. “I’m naked. You’re back in all your clothes. Except your pants are undone and…”

I broke off there. There’s no way I’m telling him about how his pants are open, his long, thick cock jutting up hard and straight.

But I could tell by the smile that played over his lips that his imagination filled in the blanks.

“There’s not too much we can do about finding a place in public right now, but I think we can improvise.”

He reached down and unsnapped the button on the dark gray pants I’d worn to work that morning. Before I could think to do anything but stand there, my pants were around my ankles. He bent and his hands worked under the hems, unzipping the low-heeled ankle boots. In seconds I was stripped down to just my black, lacy boy short undies.

My first impulse was to hide myself, but when Hunter leaned back and took a long, deliberate look at me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, including all points in between, I froze. And then I began to melt under his hot, intense gaze. I shivered, but not from cold, and a surge of pride stormed through me knowing I could put that look on his face.

Hunter snatched my hand and tugged me behind him without saying a word. He stopped only long enough to scoop up his t-shirt from where he’d tossed it to the floor before he pulled me out of the bedroom and into the smaller room next to it.

“What…?” I looked around at the small bathroom.

He closed the door behind us and I turned my eyes up to him.

But he didn’t say a word. He held my gaze and his hands went to the snap on his jeans.

My mouth went dry and I couldn’t hold his steady gaze if my life depended on it. My eyes dipped down over his hard chest and broad shoulders, over his sculpted abdominal muscles, and followed the light trail of dark hair down to where he worked to pull himself free of his jeans.

And indeed it was a happy trail.

He fisted a cock that was longer and harder than anything I’d dreamed about. I stood, mesmerized, as he swiped his thumb over the tip, spreading the bead of moisture around. I licked my lips and he chuckled.

I flicked my glance up to his face to find him watching me with a hunger so intense that it bordered on predatory.

“I need to put my shirt on,” he said.

“What…? Wh-why would you do that?”

His lips turned up in a satisfied smile. “Wasn’t I fully dressed in your dream?”

I raked my gaze down the length of him once more. My eyes shot back and forth between the expanse of his chest and down to where he still held himself fisted in his hand.

I shook my head and dropped to my knees in front of him. “Fuck the dream.”

I made quick work of tugging his jeans down and off him, pushing his hand aside and sucking the thick head of his cock into my mouth. I swallowed as much of him as I could, sliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I went. He hit the back of my throat before I reached the end of him, so I wrapped my hand around his base and slid it up and down, following my mouth as I reveled in the taste and texture of him. His fingers speared into my hair and a low, throaty growl broke from him.

He didn’t allow me to continue half as long as I wanted to. Hunter used a hand on my cheek to disengage me from his cock and then he hauled me up from my spot on the floor. He turned me so my back was to his front, and I could feel every inch of him against me.

My eyes drifted closed and my head dropped back to his shoulder as his hands moved from my hips and up to cup my breasts.

“Open your eyes, princess.” His rolled my nipples between his fingers as he whispered the words in my ear.

I fought to open my eyes. I twisted my head against his shoulder so I could look up and see what he wanted. He gestured with his chin and I turned my head forward.

I gasped as I caught sight of us in the vanity mirror. We stood far enough back that I could see myself all the way down to the middle of my thighs. I stood, held in thrall by the sight of his hands moving over my breasts.

As I watched, one of his hands skimmed over my belly and to the juncture of my thighs. One long finger slid down, parting my folds and plunged inside me. He thrust it in and out and I felt myself melting around him, my body becoming boneless as all my pleasure centered in the tips of my breasts and the spot where his finger toyed with me. I mindlessly thrust my hips down on his hand and my arm came up and behind me to hold onto him.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered and nipped my earlobe. “Your sweet little pussy is so wet. Is that all for me?”

“Yes,” I cried out on a long moan. My eyes were open at half-mast as I fought to keep watching his fingers play over my body. “Oh, God, Hunter. So good.”

“You going to get there without me, baby?”

My eyes flew open. “No, I want you inside me when I come. Please, Hunter. Now.”

I was so close to the edge, but a small, irrational corner of my mind held onto the fear that just like in all my dreams, if I came without him inside me, I’d wake up to find myself aching and hollow.

His hands left my body and glided over my arms, bringing them down until I had my palms flat on the cold granite of the vanity. “Stay right here.”

In the mirror I watched as he dug in his jeans pocket and pulled out his wallet. In seconds he fished out a condom and used his teeth to tear it open. He quickly sheathed himself and in less than a heartbeat he stood behind me, and I could feel his thick head at my entrance.

“Hold on, princess.”

Oh, God
. Nothing had ever felt like this. He slowly pushed himself into me and filled me until I felt like I couldn’t take another inch. He pushed down on my shoulders so I leaned further over the vanity, tilting my hips up. And then he slid in just a little deeper, forcing a cry out of me.

The sound seemed to push him over the edge of his control. He started to pound into me, each stroke going deep, wrenching more cries from me and pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I gripped the countertop tightly, and Hunter reached forward to pull my long blonde hair over my shoulder. I raised my head and gasped at what I saw in the mirror in front of me.

Hunter’s skin had a natural tan even in winter and stood out in stark contrast to my paleness. He leaned down behind me. “Do you see how beautiful you are, Katelyn? How hot we are together?”

And he was right. My eyes met his in the mirror and the intensity of his gaze burned into me. An emotion swirled in his eyes. Something I couldn’t have imagined seeing there even in my wildest dreams.

That look and the delicious friction of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy pushed me over.

“Hunter.” The cry broke from me as my back arched and my inner muscles clamped down on him. Waves of electric pleasure flooded over me, and my eyes dropped shut. Hunter’s arms came around me and he cupped my breasts, using his grip to straighten me, holding me tight against his body while he continued to pump in and out of me.

As the most intense waves began to recede, I forced my eyes open. In the mirror, I could see Hunter looking down over my shoulder as my breasts bounced with the motion of his thrusts. One hand continued to flick and tease my nipples and the other eased down to the spot where we joined. His finger unerringly found the small bud of flesh hidden there, and despite the amazing orgasm I’d just experienced, another thrilling ripple shot through me.

I reached back and grabbed his head, pulling it toward me, and tilted my head back at the same time. He didn’t hesitate to respond to my invitation. His mouth crashed down on mine and his tongue plunged inside, mimicking the movements his cock made as it plunged in and out of my body.

I broke the kiss to pull in deep gasping breaths.

“Hunter, you’re going to make me come again,” I said and another cry broke form me as he hit me in just the right spot.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze my cock again.” He breathed his words into my ear.

He pounded harder and within a few seconds, he sent me over for a second time. I cried out incoherently with my pleasure.

While I rode it out, his hands gripped my hips, holding me in place. I stared in the mirror as his jaw tightened and red spots bloomed high on his cheekbones. He slammed into me hard and just as the orgasm hit him, he bent his head and sucked the sensitive spot where my shoulder and neck met, sinking his teeth into me just hard enough to send aftershocks of pleasure through me.

When he finished, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and kept his face tucked in my neck. I was grateful for his embrace because I didn’t think my legs would hold me.

Hunter kissed my neck and my cheek. “I need to get rid of this condom, princess.”

The tenderness in his voice when he said the word “princess” sent shivers skimming over my skin. I turned my face toward him and nuzzled against his cheek. “Just a warning, I’m not sure I’ll still be standing once you let me go.”

He grinned and pressed a quick, sweet kiss on my lips. He leaned us both forward and tugged my hands, wrapping them around to grip the edge of the vanity.

“I think this is how you got me into this situation,” I teased.

He chuckled. “Hang tight for one sec.”

Hunter slowly slid out of me. My head dropped forward and a small moan escaped me at the friction against my over-sensitized flesh. He pressed another kiss on my shoulder before I lost the warmth of him at my back.

I gripped the vanity and made a conscious effort to keep myself upright while I heard him moving and the toilet flush. I kept my eyes closed, my head tipped down even as his heat hit my side. The water turned on in one of the two sinks and after a few moments, I felt a warm, damp cloth between my legs.

I gasped and my eyes flew open. Our reflection showed Hunter standing behind me, and I could feel him gently cleaning between my thighs. I allowed my head to drift back to rest on his shoulder, and I examined myself.

My long blonde hair was wild around my face. I was definitely sporting the just fucked look. My lips were bright red and slightly swollen. My eyes were a more brilliant blue than I’d ever seen them, and my cheeks had a healthy glow of color. And a cat that ate the canary smile tipped my lips up.

Who knew one round of sex with Hunter Lawson was better than a complete day of pampering at the Pink Posey?

“What’s the smile about?” Hunter finished cleaning me up and tossed the facecloth in the sink.

I turned and wound my arms around his neck. “I was just thinking I don’t remember the last time I felt this good.”

He leaned down and kissed me. His lips were gentle this time, the rush and hot demand of earlier gone now and in its place a more languorous pace. But for all the slow, gentle pressure of his mouth and the softer pressure and teasing as his tongue met mine, it was no less hot or passionate.

In fact, as we kissed, I could feel the heat building again. It started as a sort of low-level hum vibrating through me. But then he lifted his mouth from mine and reached up to tilt my head into a new angle. His mouth came back to mine, a little harder this time, a little more insistent.

I pressed my body against him and once again reveled in the heat from the long, hard length of his body against my own. And as the kiss continued and the delicious friction between our bodies continued, my nipples hardened again to tight pebbles and I could feel his cock lengthening and hardening and prodding against my belly.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked against my lips. “You and your dreams.”

“It’s all you,” I whispered. “My dreams never got us this far.”

“Well then, maybe it’s time to improvise some more.”

Before I could respond, Hunter curled an arm around my shoulders and bent to scoop the other under my knees.

I tightened my hold on his neck and looked up at him from beneath my lashes as he carried me back to the bedroom. “Improvising could be fun.”

“Oh, fun is just the beginning of what you’re about to experience,” he said as he dropped me, once again, on the bare mattress of the bed.

“Can’t wait,” I whispered.

Chapter Eight

I don’t know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes from the doze I’d fallen into, but there was no more light coming in from around the bedroom blinds. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and stretched, noticing every new muscle ache and twinge.