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And still, I pictured her laying beneath me like that night at the frat house. Vulnerable. Unable to stop me. It was the salacious feeling that heated through me at the thought she would never be ready for.

I didn’t think I could control it.

I flipped the first switch, then thumbed the second, my bike roared to life. I could let the exhaust drown out any argument she’d give me. I was doing this for her.

“ Adam .” The sound of my real name cut right through that rumble and punched me in the solar plexus. Not Puck. No, she’d called me something more intimate, stroked my desire with that one word.

I shut the bike off, my cock hard as a rock, and my breath catching. This was a bad idea, would always be a bad idea. “Come here.”

Untying it and pulling my shirt around her, she stepped off the sidewalk and to me, the creamy flesh at the top of her boots pressing against my thigh.

“I’m not what you need.” But I itched to hold her, one arm snaking around her waist and pinning her there.

“But you’re what I want.” Defiance flared in her big hazel eyes.

“People are going to have shit to say.” And I’d take care of most of it.

“I don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks.” She laid her forehead against my shoulder, her voice muffled. “You’re an itch I need to scratch.”

I could relate. I snorted a half laugh. “Baby girl, you’ve got no idea.”

“Then show me.” She tilted her face up. The orange streetlight above the building flickered across it, making her look like some sort of desert sprite sent to enchant me.

I leaned in to kiss her before I could stop myself. Her lips parted and she tasted of whiskey, of woman, of all the things I knew I couldn’t have.

People walked in and out of the clubhouse, and someone hooted a cat call out into the night. We had an audience. Not that I gave a shit. I wanted her too bad.

She was clinging to my arm when I pulled away. I didn’t touch her. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Instead, I fisted one hand in the back of my flannel and kept my other palm flat on my knee.

Her fingers were busy on my shirt, down my chest, then she flattened her palm against my swollen cock through my jeans. Good God, it felt so good I rocked my hips against her touch.

“Kenna.” I grabbed her hand to move it, but pressed it tighter against me when she nuzzled my neck, like she knew that was the one thing that would send me over the edge. I closed my eyes against the rush of desire. “You should go inside.”

“I want to be out here with you.” She tossed a leg over my thigh and shimmied her way across my lap on the bike. “Fuck me, Puck.”

I kicked the kickstand up and let the bike roll back into the shadows at the side of the building. Pulling the jacket down so that she was covered, I slid my hand down and clutched her tight ass.

“I can’t do that, baby.” I’d denied myself twice. If I didn’t get her off me and back inside, I was a goner.

“Baby.” Her fingers played against my chest and lower, back to the almost painful bulge in my jeans. “It makes me wet when you say it.”

Fuck. I kissed her again, hot, my teeth grazing her lip, both hands kneading her ass, pulling her forward on my crotch and grinding against her pussy. She grabbed the front of my shirt, undulating. In less than five minutes, she had me dry humping her in the parking lot.

She ripped her mouth from mine and nibbled across my beard to my neck.

It took all I had not to moan. “You sure this isn’t some misplaced hero worship shit?”

“It isn’t.” She leaned back, glowering at me. The screwed-up expression wrinkled her nose and made her look adorable and sexy all at once. “I’m not asking you to marry me and parade me around to all your fucking biker friends. I just want you inside me.”

Fuck if I didn’t want that exact thing.

Her answer was to kiss my neck again and shift back a little onto my gas tank. Warmth spread out across my body, and I stroked her ass, then lower between her cheeks to her thighs and the silky, wet swath of material over her pussy.

She was ready for me already.

With deft, practiced motions, Kenna undid my belt, the button of my jeans, and pushed the zipper down. Her greedy, cool fingers wrapped around my cock and stroked it.

God-damn. I was about to fuck her right there, where anyone could see.

“Baby girl.” I nipped at the place where her neck and shoulder met, nudging her jaw so that she turned to me and I could kiss her again.

Her hands felt almost as good as her mouth had. Firm, solid strokes, moving her hips against my fingers as she did.

She broke the kiss. “Touch me, please.”

I grinned, holding her gaze as I pushed her panties to the side and slipped two fingers into her heat. “Like that?”

She moaned and rubbed her lips together, nodding. Her grip on my cock stalled, and I ground my hips, moving for her.

Her pussy was warm and slick around my fingers. “You’re so wet. All that for me?”

“ Yes .”

My fingers coated with her, I pulled them out and grabbed the back of her thong with both hands, ripping until I could wind the whole fucking thing around one hand and shove them in my inside pocket.

She gasped, but her hungry eyes stayed on mine. I reached into the saddlebag, my hand trembling slightly, and dug out a condom. She took it from me, ripping open the package and sliding it down the length of me without any fanfare, like she couldn’t get it on fast enough.

I closed my eyes against the feel of her fingers as she guided my tip to her entrance, then worked herself down the length of me. She tossed her head back and moaned.

“Christ.” I gasped, pressing my face against her, clutching her hips beneath my shirt, pushing that tiny skirt up. She felt like heaven and hell all rolled into one, squeezing my cock with her hot grip.

She was so tight it felt like one wrong move and I’d pop right out. And I didn’t want that. No, I wanted to pull her up to the tip and slam her back down. I did so, relishing in the little breathy sounds she made as I did.

People came out the front door, their exuberant conversation covering her mewling sounds as she took over and moved up and down in a steady, amazing rhythm. She was so tight, so wet, and so hot I thought I might explode.

I gripped her tighter, digging my fingers into her hips, knowing I would bruise her and not caring. She moaned then, grabbing the back of my head, wrapping her hands in my hair. She kissed me, her tongue moving with the same erotic rhythm as the rest of her.

There wasn’t enough time, there never would be, for me to fuck her out of my system. I’d never stop wanting this, craving it. She was amazing.

She trembled once, collapsing, so that I had to slide my hands back, grip her ass, and buck into her. She dropped her head to my shoulder, biting the leather of my cut as she came groaning.

Her pussy clenched me so tight it stole my breath. Pressure built in my balls before my core tightened, and my own orgasm exploded from the base of my spine. I pumped into her, over and over, until all I could do was cling to her, spent.

When I caught my breath, I kissed her, released my iron grip on her ass, and smacked it one time.

Kenna laughed. “Don’t make me wait so long next time.”

When I grunted, she socked me in the stomach. “I mean it. Don’t be so stubborn about something that feels so fucking good.”

That made me laugh. She was perfect. Fucking perfect.

“Crawl around and let me take you home before it gets too cold.”

She did as she was told, climbing around to the back of my bike and tucking the shirt around her before clinging to me.

I rolled back a little more and tossed the condom into the dumpster before adjusting my pants and firing up the bike. When I pulled out of the parking lot, I was ten times lighter than I’d been in years.

All this new shit I was feeling for Kenna was more dangerous than just a piece of ass. I was in serious trouble.