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“Wait.” She opened the door. “Hey, I’m awake,” I heard from behind me.

I turned with a wide smile. “Red, thought you’d be asleep.” I walked into her apartment and scowled, remembering what Bear said, but I didn’t want to fight. If she was happy, then what did it matter what anyone thought.

“What smells so great?” I drew her to me.

“Supper.” She brushed a kiss against my chin. “I have leftovers.”

“I have a taste for you.”

She laughed and tugged me toward the bedroom.

“Really?” I eyed the air mattress she used as a bed, not sure it’d even hold both of us. It definitely didn’t lend itself to my favorite games—bondage games.

“It works, let’s see how well.” She tugged me down onto the bed beside her.

I rolled over, trapping her under me, sucking her lower lip while she ran fingers through my hair. I kissed down her neck loving the salty sweet taste of her skin. Moving to her ear, I nibbled the lobe and moved to the spot behind her ear, she gasped, and I smiled wide—one special spot located. I’d know her every turn-on soon, but I had a great start.

“We’re overdressed,” she whispered into my ear, then tugged the lobe with her teeth.

I chuckled and bussed her lips. “Undress for me.”

She looked away. In fact, everywhere but at me.

“Please, baby,” I whispered.

Standing up, she tugged off her shirt, not with any flair, but I’d already seen this much when I’d done her artwork. She sucked in a breath and popped the latch on her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I loved her stomach and the naturally beautiful curve of her waist, but then I spied her tits, and I was awestruck. Perfect, pert tits with large nipples already hard for me.

“You have beautiful tits. All your curves, they’re perfect. You make me want to draw you.” I hadn’t drawn for fun since I was a young kid, but I hadn’t been blowing smoke, she made me want to draw all those soft curves.

She turned and shimmied out of her jeans and undies. My mind registered so many things at once, but one thing I’d missed in the dark workroom. She had a fully blossoming hibiscus on the side of her hip, a curling green vine snaked up her thigh over her ass check and down the back of her thigh and inside toward her pussy. A sensual treasure, I could touch her, watch her, taste her for hours, but now I needed to make up for leaving.

“Great work on the flower, I plan to trace it to its root.” I rested on my side, trying to get used to the sinking sensation of the air mattress.

I moved to her, needing to touch her. I sucked in a nipple and squeezed her round ass. “Thank fuck you were up. I need to make up for abandoning you earlier.”

“Yeah?” She kissed my chin. “I’ll work you hard.”

“Please. Test my limits.” I circled my thumb on her nipple and kissed her.

She opened to me, so willing to give me everything, and being a greedy bastard I took all she offered.

She broke away from me.

“Your turn.” With a tap to my lips, she sprawled naked on the bed. I couldn’t complain about my view.

I stood up and kicked off my boots before I peeled up my shirt and threw it aside.

“Like what you see, little girl?” I leered at her.

She giggled. “I need more to decide, twirl for me, I want to see your back.”

“I don’t twirl.” No self-respecting biker did. But I spun around.

She sucked in a loud breath.

“What?”

“Your art, it all melds so perfectly. I could spend hours just staring at all the images mixed in there.”

I grinned, happy she liked Jericho’s designs. “I plan to keep you too busy tonight.”

I unbuckled and slid down my pants.

“Why don’t you wear underwear?”

I glanced up at her, shaking my head. “What?”

“Are you always commando?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased her. “You’ll just have to undress me often and see.”

I joined her on the unsteady bed, pressing my hips into hers so she could feel just how much I wanted her. Her red hair splayed around her in haphazard curls, a perfect frame for her face. Lips already swollen from our kisses tempted me, so I ducked down and claimed them as mine. In fact, for tonight every inch of her was mine.

She tweaked my nipples as we kissed, she arched into my bare chest, and I loved the way her soft mounds rubbed against me. She moaned when I suckled her tits, first soft, then harder. The harder my pressure, the more she wanted.

“Please. Yes.” She panted the words.

“You like it rough?”

“I do.” She wiggled under me, wanting more.