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  sensation, but wanted him inside me. I needed more, even as he stroked the most sensitive spot inside me. His thumb swirled around my nipple, circling it, sending shivers up my spine.

  “Oh, God.” I choked out the words. “I want you. Please.”

  “Not yet.” He stroked me inside with his finger, then slid his other hand to my clit, his finger pressing against it as he brought me to the verge.

  “No, I want to come with you,” I protested weakly, even though I was starting to not care. I could feel myself, swollen around him, and I wanted to come.

  “You will,” he whispered. “But come for me now.” He stroked me faster, and hearing him tell me to come triggered my climax. When I came down, I turned to look at him, his features etched with desire. I kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately.

  “Come on,” he said, pulling me up.

  “Wait, don’t you want to?” I asked.

  “Not here.” He stepped out of the tub, water rolling down his body where it started to pool on the floor, and dried himself with a towel. “Wait a second,” he said as he finished. I was content to stay right there watching him; he was beautiful in his nakedness.

  “Come here.” He helped me out of the tub, and I shivered as the cool air hit my body. I stood still, almost in a trance, as Blaze patted my body with the fluffy towel, making his way from my shoulders down to my feet, like he had all the time in the world. He lingered, the softness of the fabric dragging over my skin. It was strange how he made drying me with a towel such an erotic experience.

  Setting the towel aside, he knelt at my feet and began kissing me, making his way up my body from my ankles to my calves, then to my thighs, lingering, brushing against my bikini area. I could hear him inhale deeply, his face near my pussy, and the sound made me want him more.

  Blaze grabbed my butt cheeks in his hands, pulling me toward his face, covering me with kisses. I groaned weakly, my clit still throbbing from the orgasm I’d just had. He looked at me, eyes big, expression filled with lust, and then pulled back from me.

  He grabbed my ass cheeks, carrying me to the bed and throwing me on my back, kissing down the length of my body. He enveloped my breast with his mouth, his tongue circling around my areola. I arched my back, pushing toward him, wanting him to take all of me.

  “Condom?” he whispered.

  “In the pocket of my jeans. Over there.” I nodded toward the balled up clothes on the floor, and he jumped up, rolling the condom on quickly, barely breaking his stride as he returned to where he’d been on top of me. Where he belonged. I pushed the thought out of my head. Where he belonged for right now, Dani. This was a one night stand with a biker, nothing more.

  Blaze kissed me gently, his hand caressing my breast as his tongue darted inside my mouth, and then he was inside me, filling me up like he had before. I arched my hips toward him, rising to meet him as he thrust, and we found a slow rhythm, moving together as one. He looked at me and I turned away from him, the intimacy of the eye contact too much for a one night stand.

  “Dani,” he whispered. I moaned at the sound of him saying my name. I couldn't think of anything except him. I wanted him, all of him, his hardness as he pulled in and out of me, his hand on my breasts, his fingers in my hair, pulling, yanking it up from the roots. I felt that feeling rush through my body, surging through me, the buildup that signaled my climax was near.

  Blaze leaned down, taking my nipple in his mouth, and I knew I was done for as soon as he put his mouth on me. He thrust inside me, his rhythm faster as he sucked my breast, and I groaned, pulling his hair.

  “Yes, please, yes.”

  He fucked me, harder, and I felt his teeth graze my nipple, sending me closer to the edge.

  “Dani,” he moaned.

  “Fuck me,” I ordered. I could feel my pussy throbbing around him, begging for his release inside me. Begging for all of him.

  Blaze groaned loudly, thrusting inside me like an animal. There was no gentleness anymore, no politeness, no treating me with kid gloves because of what had just happened with Billy. We fucked each other like we had on the car, not caring about anything except our own pleasure. I felt myself rising higher and higher, riding the wave of my orgasm until I crashed hard, falling over the edge. I heard myself scream as it worked its way through my entire body.

  Finally, Blaze arched up, thrusting into me to the hilt. “Oh God, yes, Dani,” he yelled, collapsing on top of me when he came. I could feel our hearts against each other, his sweat clinging to me, the sex smell in the room intoxicating. Time seemed to stand still, and then he looked at me with those blue eyes, and brought his lips to mine. I felt his cock soften inside me, but he didn’t move.

  “That was great,” I whispered, still in a haze from my orgasm.

  “Shit,” he said. “That was incredible.” He kissed my cheek before lifting himself up and pulling out of me, walking to the bathroom before joining me back in bed. “Here,” he said softly, handing me a warm hand towel to clean myself up, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

  “What?” he asked, slipping under the down comforter. “Ooh, this is so soft.”

  I laughed, louder now. “You’re such a sweet little biker,” I said.

  Blaze chuckled. “Hey, I don’t get nice shit like this often,” he said. “I can enjoy it.” He pulled the comforter up over his chest and sunk back into the pillows. “I’m secure in my masculinity.”

  “Yes, clearly.”

  “Get over here.” Blaze pulled the covers back and drew me toward him, and I snuggled up against him, wondering how the hell I'd ended up here after last night. He pressed up against me, his body right next to mine from his toes all the way to his head, like he didn’t want to let go of any part of me. I relaxed into him. It had been a dizzying, overwhelming twenty-four hours, and I drifted off to sleep, barely aware of the jazz music still playing in the background as the darkness enveloped me.

  I opened my eyes and stretched. Damn. I felt better rested than I had in years. That was some sex. Dani. The bed was empty. Standing up, I walked into the bathroom to take a leak.

  “Hey Dani,” I called. “That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. You get all the credit for that, sweetheart.” Her, and the bed. That was the best mattress I’d slept on in my life.

  There was no response. “Dani?”

  I walked out of the room naked, and saw the note on the table. “Shit.”

  Had to run. You were dead to the world, so I didn’t want to wake you.

  Thanks for everything.

  ~ Dani

  P.S. I already checked out. Sorry I snotted on you.

  She signed it with a heart. Goddamn it. I felt a little disappointed she was gone, and that surprised me. I turned the paper over in my hand. No phone number, nothing. I didn’t even know her last name. Shit. Dani was different than the kind of girls I hooked up with- she was tough, but still sweet, not used up and hard like the girls who hung around the clubhouse. The best of them seemed trashy in comparison.

  After I watched her turn into this place last night, I’d ridden on for a good fifteen miles, kicking myself for letting her go. I couldn’t believe I had just screwed a girl like that on the side of the road, or hell, that a girl like that had let me screw her on the hood of her car. I couldn’t shake her, and I got hard just thinking about what I wanted to do to her. So I thought, fuck the clubhouse, they can wait. Then I turned around.

  I had expected more of the same from her as that afternoon- a good lay from a college girl with nice tits and a pretty face. I was as shocked as she was by what had happened. I wasn’t exactly the romantic type, but when I saw the bruises around her neck, I just felt so...pissed off. I couldn’t believe some guy had done that to her. I couldn’t help myself, then. I just wanted to put my arms around her, even when she started crying. Especially when she started crying. That wasn't like me at all.

  Damn it. I hadn't figured she would leave before me. Girls weren’t usually the on