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She left the house with an extra boost of adrenaline. She'd spend every second with him no matter how much time she had.

Climbing behind him, she snuggled against his back, knowing everything she needed to know. He was okay. That's all that mattered.

On the ride, she couldn't keep her hands off him. She rubbed his chest, stomach, and thighs. Unaware of the direction or location, she took the time to get a feel for him.

She hated sleeping in her old bedroom at her dad's and Aunt Brooke's house. It made her feel like going to school, starting her business, and working hadn't happened. She second-guessed her relationship with Dio—not her feelings toward him but whether they could survive long term.

It wasn't even his membership with Havlin Motorcycle Club that she questioned. She'd grown up seeing her dad go out on rides and worrying about his safety.

It was strictly losing Dio. It was the new fear of him not coming back to her. The thought gave her nightmares and ate a hole in her stomach.

He pulled into his driveway. She lifted her head off his shoulder. When the bike stopped and Dio put his feet on the ground, she slid off the seat. She wasn't going to waste a minute.

Dio grabbed his duffle and looped his arm over her shoulders, taking her to the front door. Once they were in, he dropped his bag and picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. As he placed her next tothe bed, evidence of how much he wanted her pressed against her stomach.

"Take off your clothes." He shucked his vest, removed his pistol, and unbuckled his belt.

"I thought you had to sleep." She was thrilled that he had other plans.

She'd rather have sex with him than anything else in the world. Toeing off her shoes, she stripped her jeans and panties off before Dio started working on his boots.

"I'll close my eyes when I fuck you." He pulled his pants down.

His cock jutted out, weeping for her. She pulled off her shirt and unlatched her bra, hurrying to help him, but he'd managed to get his boots off without her. The muscles along his shoulder rippled with his movements.

Then, warm lips moved over her mouth. She reached up and held on to his head, welcoming his tongue.

A moan bubbled out of her as he pulled her closer against his pulsating length. A flash of arousal curled inside of her. Her kiss got sloppy, and Dio lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing the friction of his body against her.

He placed her on the bed and moved to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. She cupped her breasts, missing his hands on her.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself." His gaze warmed as he watched her.

She pinched her nipples. "Always."

He lowered himself on the bed with a groan. All her attention went to him. He hadn't said anythingabout his back in a while. But riding hard every night and most days had to cause him discomfort.

She lowered her hands, rubbing his hips. "Are you okay?"

He raised himself on his knees, widened her legs, and looked at her pussy. "What I need right now is..." He raised his gaze and met her eyes. "You."

He put his hand over her mound, trailing his thumb along her slit. The callouses gave her the roughness she craved.

"You're wet, princess." He turned his wrist and curled his finger, sliding it inside of her as his thumb rubbed her clit.

She stretched out her arms. Dio brought his mouth down over her peaked nipple, and she fisted the comforter.

He inhaled deeply without taking his mouth off her. His tongue caressed as he sucked. She raised her pelvis off the bed, trying to push his finger deeper inside of her.

Dio raised his head. "Fuck, yeah. Ride my hand."

She increased the movements, rubbing herself against his broad hand. Cupping his cheek, she stroked his beard. "I want you inside of me."

He grunted, removing his hand and bracing himself above her. She caught the hesitation and could feel his arms quiver with untamed needs. They'd made love enough times for her to understand how he struggled to control himself so as not to hurt her.

But she was looking for something other than slow and soft.

She was too desperate.