Page 120 of Bruised MC Bear

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Xander hurried backto his cabin a few hours later. His meeting had gone longer than planned, so Kiera had been waiting for about an hour.

“Sorry I took so long,” he told her, stepping inside.

She looked up from a book she was reading at the table. “It’s all right. I kept myself busy. I should head back, though. I told Coco I would meet her at five o’clock.”

He looked at the clock above the fireplace. “You have about forty-five minutes.”

“Perfect.” She got to her feet and placed her book inside of the satchel she had brought. “Thank you again or the tour. It was eye-opening.”

“Happy to hear. Ready to go?”

“Sure, but it is a twenty-minute walk.”

He closed the door behind him. “Are you suggesting we…use the extra time right here?”

She smiled seductively. “Well, yes.”

In three strides, he was in front of her. He was not going to waste these twenty-five minutes behind closed doors with Kiera. He smiled. She was an eager little thing. She probably did not realize she was already running her tongue over her plump, luscious lips. He was ready to devour those lips again. She did not want him to stop earlier? Now that they had complete privacy, he would not. This time, she could tell him when to stop. He took the sides of her face in his hands, and her body swayed into his. Slipping her satchel from her shoulder, he picked her up and sat her on the tabletop, wedging himself between her thighs. He buried his hands in her flaming red hair, and roughly tilted her head back.

Xander leaned down, and brushed his lips against hers, relishing the heat between her legs. Need pulsated through him, and in an instant, he was rock hard. Gripping her back, he pulled her body in tight and pressed his hardness against her. Kiera moaned, and he parted her lips with his tongue, stifling the sound. She melted against his chest, linking her arms around his neck as she seemed to hold on for dear life.

Xander pulled from her mouth and lowered his head to her neck, kissing her sweet skin. It tasted like cinnamon and honey. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give for an hour more so he could have her right now. Xander ran his hands down her sides, all the way down to her knees. She arched her back when he slid his fingers under the hem of her clothes, caressing her skin as he moved up her body.

Lowering her backward onto the table, he bundled all that fabric up near her waist. Kiera parted her legs, eagerly waiting, seeming to welcome him to do as he pleased with her. Xander bent forward, kissing his way up her thighs, enjoying every whimper of pleasure that she uttered. He pressed his lips against her mound through her panties. She was so hot, so ready. He hungrily tasted her through the material, licking her sensitive bud, wildly exploring her folds with his tongue. Her hips rose and fell, grinding against his face until her panties were getting in the way.

Gripping the fabric, he pulled it to one side and penetrated her hot wet center with his tongue. She called out his name, grasping his head for more contact. Normally, that was all the invitation he needed to take what he wanted, but he was sure now that Kiera had not been with a man. He would take her over the edge with his lips and teeth and tongue, and with his fingers, but there was not enough time to have all of her.

Another time.

He ran greedy fingers up her thighs, parting her legs wider. Not releasing her swollen bud, he positioned one digit at her slick, tight opening. He paused, letting her rub and press against it, easing in slowly, following her lead until he was deep inside of her. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, and the sweet, sexy, innocent woman was riding his finger and mouth, moaning louder as she got closer to her peak.

He stretched his free hand up her stomach to her breast. With her upper body still fully clothed, there was not much he could do, but he made it work, gripping her flesh then running a finger over each nipple. A few seconds later, Kiera cried out so loudly when she came, he was sure that if anyone was outside his cabin, they would hear her. He continued to taste her as her hips settled, only pulling his finger out when her movements stopped completely.

“Are you all right?” Xander whispered after Kiera’s breathing was back to normal.

“Mmmm. Yes,” she moaned. “But I should go now.”

“Okay.” He helped her up off the table, noticing that she swayed slightly on her feet. “You don’t look too steady.”

“Yes. I am.” She fixed her clothes and picked up her satchel. Finding a scarf inside it, she wound it around her neck a couple of times before pulling her hood over her head again.

Before she could move off toward the door, he took her hand. “Come back and see me tonight.”

“I probably cannot,” she said, but did not seem to believe her own words, the way her voice came out with so little conviction. “I will send word if I can.”

He brushed his fingertips over her lips for a moment. “Try.”

They left, and he made a point of leaving some distance between them as they headed back to where she planned to meet her familiar. God knew what he would do if he got any closer.

“I can find my way from here,” she told him once they were outside the camp gates. “It is probably better if we are not seen together this often.”

“Okay. Enjoy your evening, Kiera.”

“You as well.”

She turned and hurried away. Xander waited for her to get to the bend in the road, losing himself in the sway of her hips until she disappeared in the distance. Pleased at how the afternoon went, he headed back to camp then. One thing was for sure. He had not counted on enjoying her this much. Maybe it was better if she did not come by his cabin tonight.

Shaking his head, he dismissed the notion.

Who the hell was he kidding? Now he had to have all of her.