Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1)

Chrissy screwed up her face as if she caught herself doing something she shouldn’t have. “Sorry. I suppose I’m the last person who should make judgments. Is your phone unlocked?”

Saks entered the password for his phone and handed it to Chrissy.

She punched at the screen with one perfectly manicured red fingernail and gave it back to him. “There’s my number. Text me later and I’ll send you the address. Is 7:00 good?”

“That should do,” admitted Saks, “as long as you don’t send me to the furthest corners of Connecticut.”

“Don’t worry. Someplace off 91 or 95. I’ll let you know.”

“Mysterious,” he said with a smile.

“Perhaps,” she replied with a cute smirk. “We’ll see how good you are at following breadcrumbs.”

Saks reached out and pulled her to him. “Oh, are we into fairytales now?” he whispered into her ear. “Because there are a few fantasies I’d love to explore with you.”

She shivered in his arms and leaned into him. “You’ve got to get to work and I need to get going. Let’s continue this conversation later.”

“Okay, but don’t be surprised if I text you during the day.”

“I’d be surprised if you didn’t,” she said with that sexy smirk. It was driving Saks crazy. All he could think about was kissing those beautiful lips.

Her hot mouth pressed against him, sparking memories of last night. Saks wanted more of her. As her tongue met his, he felt his knees melt under him.

He finally pulled away. “Keep that up and I won’t let you leave.”

She chuckled. “Then that gives you something to contemplate during the day.” She gave him a sweet peck on the cheek before peeling herself out of his arms. “Later, lover.”

With being half-aroused and not dressed, only his eyes could follow her to the door. He heard the door close behind her and he dropped onto the bed.

Damn.

He sat there in a sexual haze while his cock stubbornly refused to acknowledge that its object of interest had left the building. Saks hissed to himself and made his way to the shower. As the hot water beat on him, sexy images of the previous night kept him hard, and just to get the morning moving forward he took matters into his own hand.

Everything she did and said stimulated his imagination. While his hands played with his stiff rod, he imaged eating her out and then sinking inside her. Lord, she was tight and wet, and when he realized that she truly wanted as much as he could give her, he did. And when she broke apart in his arms, screaming his name, he came as if the world had exploded and he stood at ground zero.

That remembrance sparked his orgasm now, and his cum splashed against the shower walls in long spurts. Breathing hard he put his forearms against the wall, leaning his head against them. What was it about this woman that captured his attention? She was a touch snobby, which wasn’t attractive, but she also was sharp, witty, and didn’t hold back. And she was absolutely fucking gorgeous, every inch of her.

He didn’t deny that he found the swell of her breasts, with their little pink nipples absolutely charming. Or that he was equally fond of her hips that flared in womanly curves to frame delightfully round ass cheeks.

Saks licked his lips again to capture the fading taste of her kiss. Yeah. This was a woman worth pursuing, and if he had to play things less cool than he did with other women, then he’d have to do that.

Reluctantly, he climbed out of the shower and turned it off. It was time to get back to real life.

His phone buzzed with a text so, with his towel wrapped around his waist, he reached for his phone on the bed. For a second he had the insane hope that she’d sent him a text. But he was supposed to send the first one. She didn’t take his number.

“If you think you’re getting away from me that fast, you’re in for it,” he thought.

But he looked at the text anyway and found with disappointment that it was from his Uncle Vits.

“Damn,” he muttered. “What does he want now?”

“Call me,” the text said. This made sense. Uncle Vits hated texts. But Saks had no desire to speak to him. With a shock, Saks realized that after meeting Chrissy, there was no way in hell he was going to meet the Serafina woman.

There was no point. It was possible nothing could work out with Chrissy. Maybe she’ll end up marrying the asshole her family wants her to. But there was no way any other woman was going to hold a candle to Chrissy, and he couldn’t put himself or any other woman through that. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

CHAPTER EIGHT

IT TOOK CHRISSY A FEW minutes to get her bearings. But there were signs posted on the main thoroughfares that pointed to the highway. Soon she was heading home on 91 South.