“Except for dying of
embarrassment,” she muttered.
The fluffy gown wrapped around his ankles and he tossed it
aside. She hadn’t seemed too worried about it landing on the pavement, so he
didn’t think she’d mind it hitting the floor. He patted her ass and started up
the stairs. “You have nothing to worry about unless one of those guys is your
boyfriend.” He paused. “Husband?”
“No!” She squeaked and Kiah savored the sound. “My
roommate’s boyfriends.”
“Plural? Hmm, that’s an interesting idea.” He stopped on the
landing. “Which way?”
“Left.”
He turned right.
She smacked his right ass cheek. “ My left.”
He swung around the other direction. There was only one door
at the end of the hall so he assumed it was the right one. He opened the door
and smiled. The room looked like the woman in his arms felt—comfortable,
cheerful with just a hint of wildness.
He carried her to the bed and upended her, dropping her on
the mattress. She landed with a soft thump and a scream. Kiah couldn’t help but
smile. The sides of the leather jacket flopped open, leaving her breasts bare.
She blinked up at him, wide-eyed and a little startled. Fuck, she looked sexy.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, reaching down and grabbing the
heel of one boot. Since it was clearly two or three sizes too big, it slid off
easily. He kissed the inside curve of her foot. He’d always had a thing for
feet. Nothing too weird—but he did like feet, especially pretty pink toenails.
Keeping that foot on his shoulder, he grabbed the other,
pulling the boot off and tossing it to the side. He gave that one a kiss as
well. Tasha—he now had her name—shivered and arched her back. The motion did
wicked things to her tits, making them shimmy and sway nicely, just begging for
his mouth.
But it was the luscious round ass that called to him. His
palms actually tingled as he thought about giving that smooth, sexy flesh a
tap.
He groaned and rubbed his hands up and down her calves. She
closed her eyes and let her hands flop on the mattress. Kiah licked his lips.
He could stare at her for hours but he wanted to do more than stare and he sure
as hell didn’t want to lull her into sleep. He leaned down and nipped her
ankle. The tiny bite shocked her. Her eyes popped open and she looked up at
him, squinting for a moment as if she wanted to put him back in focus.
The confused expression faded after a heartbeat.
“Didn’t want to lose you there,” he said.
“Never.” The word and her smile came across sensual and
lazy.
He bent over, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of those
sexy red panties and pulled them beneath her hips. She lifted up enough so he
could drag them up her legs, freeing first one leg and then the other.
Her hand wandered down the front of her body to the space
between her thighs, shielding her pussy from his sight.
“Suddenly shy?” he teased, as he stepped back, lowering her
legs to the bed. She giggled and snapped her knees shut, tipping to the side.
“A little.”
He took off his jacket and tossed it over a chair then
reached over his back and pulled off the t-shirt. On a normal ride, he would
have worn full leathers and never let her on his bike without protection, but
once he knew how far they were going, he’d known he could keep off the main
streets. Having responded to every corner of the city in his rig, he had a
virtual map in his head.
“You have nothing to be shy about,” he said as he bent over
and pulled off his boots. He wasn’t too worried that Tasha wasn’t watching him.
He wasn’t performing a striptease. He just needed to get naked now. Her top
knee slid forward, tipping her hips to the side and highlighting the delicious
curve of her backside.
She thought she was hiding her pussy but all she was doing
was making her ass look plump and round, perfect for his hand.
“Keep going, baby,” he commanded as he opened his jeans. His
cock sprung out hard and ready. Hell,
embarrassment,” she muttered.
The fluffy gown wrapped around his ankles and he tossed it
aside. She hadn’t seemed too worried about it landing on the pavement, so he
didn’t think she’d mind it hitting the floor. He patted her ass and started up
the stairs. “You have nothing to worry about unless one of those guys is your
boyfriend.” He paused. “Husband?”
“No!” She squeaked and Kiah savored the sound. “My
roommate’s boyfriends.”
“Plural? Hmm, that’s an interesting idea.” He stopped on the
landing. “Which way?”
“Left.”
He turned right.
She smacked his right ass cheek. “ My left.”
He swung around the other direction. There was only one door
at the end of the hall so he assumed it was the right one. He opened the door
and smiled. The room looked like the woman in his arms felt—comfortable,
cheerful with just a hint of wildness.
He carried her to the bed and upended her, dropping her on
the mattress. She landed with a soft thump and a scream. Kiah couldn’t help but
smile. The sides of the leather jacket flopped open, leaving her breasts bare.
She blinked up at him, wide-eyed and a little startled. Fuck, she looked sexy.
“Don’t move,” he commanded, reaching down and grabbing the
heel of one boot. Since it was clearly two or three sizes too big, it slid off
easily. He kissed the inside curve of her foot. He’d always had a thing for
feet. Nothing too weird—but he did like feet, especially pretty pink toenails.
Keeping that foot on his shoulder, he grabbed the other,
pulling the boot off and tossing it to the side. He gave that one a kiss as
well. Tasha—he now had her name—shivered and arched her back. The motion did
wicked things to her tits, making them shimmy and sway nicely, just begging for
his mouth.
But it was the luscious round ass that called to him. His
palms actually tingled as he thought about giving that smooth, sexy flesh a
tap.
He groaned and rubbed his hands up and down her calves. She
closed her eyes and let her hands flop on the mattress. Kiah licked his lips.
He could stare at her for hours but he wanted to do more than stare and he sure
as hell didn’t want to lull her into sleep. He leaned down and nipped her
ankle. The tiny bite shocked her. Her eyes popped open and she looked up at
him, squinting for a moment as if she wanted to put him back in focus.
The confused expression faded after a heartbeat.
“Didn’t want to lose you there,” he said.
“Never.” The word and her smile came across sensual and
lazy.
He bent over, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of those
sexy red panties and pulled them beneath her hips. She lifted up enough so he
could drag them up her legs, freeing first one leg and then the other.
Her hand wandered down the front of her body to the space
between her thighs, shielding her pussy from his sight.
“Suddenly shy?” he teased, as he stepped back, lowering her
legs to the bed. She giggled and snapped her knees shut, tipping to the side.
“A little.”
He took off his jacket and tossed it over a chair then
reached over his back and pulled off the t-shirt. On a normal ride, he would
have worn full leathers and never let her on his bike without protection, but
once he knew how far they were going, he’d known he could keep off the main
streets. Having responded to every corner of the city in his rig, he had a
virtual map in his head.
“You have nothing to be shy about,” he said as he bent over
and pulled off his boots. He wasn’t too worried that Tasha wasn’t watching him.
He wasn’t performing a striptease. He just needed to get naked now. Her top
knee slid forward, tipping her hips to the side and highlighting the delicious
curve of her backside.
She thought she was hiding her pussy but all she was doing
was making her ass look plump and round, perfect for his hand.
“Keep going, baby,” he commanded as he opened his jeans. His
cock sprung out hard and ready. Hell,
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