Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance by A.J. Downey Page B

bar. I couldn’t leave you alone, I had to get to know you. I apologize for taking advantage, but I find you enticing,” he said, sucking his lower lip between his teeth. “You can’t completely blame me for what happened, you’re very persuasive and demanding when you’ve had a few.”
    “Oh, I am…am I?” I asked, as I watched his glistening tongue moisten his lips, leaving me surprisingly breathless. “So what you’re really saying is that I took advantage of you? You have one hell of an ego, Mr. Holden. I don’t know where you get off. You’re not even my type.”
    “And what is your type?” he narrowed his eyes, “because you weren’t complaining about my type last night.”
    I snorted, trying to hold back a laugh. “That’s my business, you nosy fuck.”
    Blake laughed. “You have a very smartass mouth on you, Miss Romano.” He reached forward, taking hold of my shoulders causing our chests to collide. “A smartass, beautiful mouth.”
    There was nothing preppy or conservative about the way he crushed his mouth against mine, his tongue prying my lips apart, his tongue invading my mouth as I struggled momentarily before giving in to his demand and allowing him to claim me. He tasted sweet like a cherry flavored lifesaver, all I wanted was to eat him alive. I pressed his shoulders back, forcing him to lie against the cushions as I climbed onto his lap, raking my fingers through his perfectly styled hair.
    “Why, Miss Romano,” he spoke against my mouth. “Are you trying to take advantage of me?”
    “Oh yeah,” I moaned under my breath, shifting my hips, grinding against his undeniable erection. “I can definitely feel you protesting.”
    Blake grasped both hands onto my waist and pushed his groin up at me while forcing me down, the sensation felt like heaven, I was sure the zipper of his jeans would be puddled with my juices. One hand slipped under my t-shirt, pulling the lace of my bra aside, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my nipple while my breath hitched and my head fell back. He sat forward, holding me in place, pinching my nipple as he licked across my collar bone and up the side of my neck, sinking his teeth into the lobe of my ear as I cried out. His mouth hastily covered mine, swallowing away my groans, I could feel his smile against my mouth as he popped open the first, second and third buttons on my jeans. His hand slipped inside greedily searching, while I adjusted my hips to assist him finding what we both wanted.
    Our foreheads tipped together, our heavy breath colliding as he worked me into a frenzy, I was so close I wanted to scream.
    “I need you,” I breathed out, opening my eyes. “I need you inside me.”
    “We can’t do this here,” Blake said, smoothing his other hand up my spine. “What if someone comes in?”
    “Believe me,” I said, unfastening his belt. “They’ll leave…in a hurry.”
    “Bella,” he implored, as my hand slithered into the front of his pants and grasped hold of his cock. “Fuck it!”
    Blake had me flipped over the arm of the loveseat, my jeans yanked to my knees and rubbing the head of his cock along the folds of my pussy, before there was time to react. He hadn’t bothered to drop his drawers, too intent on being buried deep inside me I guessed. He ran his hand up under my t-shirt and back down before giving my ass a quick slap. I groaned with pleasure, anticipating the feel of him entering me, a feeling I knew first hand. His hesitancy had me frustrated as I pushed back against him, trying to force him into me. I wriggled my ass and waited.
    “Blake, please?” I shockingly heard myself say.
    I had never begged a man in my life, never felt the need or the necessity. What made me act so out of character with this man? Was it the fact that he was so different from the men I was drawn to or the fact that he made no demands on me? And what was this that I was feeling? It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, my heart was