I love you, Sydney. I never thought I’d say that to a woman, but I also never expected you. You make me feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever, I just didn’t know it. Are you willing to try?”
I nodded as he deftly straightened my clothes.
When he kissed each satin-and-lace-covered boob, I let out a soft laughing groan. “Don’t you have to be at practice?”
“Yeah. Just finished at the gym, so I have a bit before I have to hit the ice. But I wanted to see you and make sure you knew where I stood.”
“Okay, but I have a lot of work to do today. Can we finish this tonight?” I asked him as I sifted my fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmured. He hugged me tightly, and my hand gently held him cradled to my body.
When he pulled away and stood, I noticed the raging hard-on in his basketball shorts. I shot him a pained look and motioned toward it. “Um, looks like you have a bit of a problem?”
He pulled his hips back out of my reach and adjusted himself with a wince. “I’ll be okay. That’s not important. You are.”
One last lingering kiss and he was out the door, whistling as he went down the hall.
With shaking legs, I sat in my desk chair. It was then that I realized he didn’t put my panties back on me. Looking around the tiny office, I quickly realized they weren’t there.
Opening my phone, I sent a message.
Me: My panties disappeared
Biker Boy: Imagine that
Me: You’re in so much trouble
Biker Boy: Promises, promises. I’ll be waiting at my house for you.
The entire way to his place, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. Anticipation held me hostage, and I’d been on edge all day. Alex loves me. He said he loved me. Wow. That had blown me away in a fantastic way.
He must’ve been watching for me, because he came walking out the garage door as I parked. His smile was brilliantly blinding.
It matched mine.
He opened my door and helped me out. “Hey,” I said on a sigh.
“Hey, yourself. How was the rest of your day?”
“Busy,” I huffed out. “But it doesn’t matter now. How was practice?”
“Rough. Coach worked the dog snot out of us,” he said, then chuckled.
Before I could throw myself at him, I stopped. I needed clarification. “So we’re doing this for real? You meant what you said?”
“If that’s what you want, yes. But the ball’s in your court. If you don’t want to risk it, I’ll back off. Not that I want to, but your happiness is more important than anything to me. During the time I ghosted you, I did a lot of thinking and soul searching. Realizing your happiness was more important than anything else—that’s how I knew I loved you.” He waited for my answer as my heart tried to hammer through my chest wall.
Stretching up onto my tiptoes, I kissed him. Then I said against his lips, “You said something about finishing what you started earlier?”
“I made you supper,” he said between kisses. We kissed in-between each step that carried us into the house.
Feeling bold and taking charge for once in our relationship, I tugged him to the table and rested on the edge. I pushed the chair out a little further. “I believe you were about there,” I said as I pointed at the chair.
He smirked. “Is that right?”
I nodded, and he sat, raising a questioning brow. “Yes.”
“Now what?” The thought that he was letting me drive this train sent my need through the roof.
“Whatever you were going to do in my office.”
He chuckled darkly. “What if all I planned to do was kiss you?”
Shooting him a droll stare, I snorted. “Right.”
He grinned, then reached for me. “Like this?” Raising my blouse until it was untucked from my skirt, he watched me, waiting for my guidance.
I nodded as I wet my bottom lip.
He slowly unbuttoned my shirt. The anticipation had me trembling. I sighed as he kissed my abdomen, and a shiver skated down my spine. His hands went back to my legs and slid further up my skirt. When they did, his forearms pushed the fabric higher.
The way his lips moved over my skin as he whispered dirty little secrets to my body had me moaning softly. My hands left the light hold I had on his hair and gripped his muscular shoulders. “I like this bold side of you, Syd.”
Slowly and gently, he moved me until