Page 30 of My Single Dad Biker

He shrugs off his jacket and drops it on the floor. Then his hands come to the hem of my shirt.

"Can I?"

"Yes."

He pulls my shirt over my head slowly, watching my face the whole time. I'm wearing a plain cotton bra and I watch his eyes drop to my breasts and go dark. His hands come up and cup them through the fabric and I feel my nipples tighten immediately.

"God, you're beautiful," he says, and his voice is rougher than before.

"Holt."

"Say my name again."

"Holt."

He reaches behind me and finds the clasp of my bra. Unhooks it with one hand and slides the straps down my arms.

The bra falls and then I'm topless in front of him and his eyes are on me and I should feel self-conscious but the way he's looking at me makes that impossible.

His hands come up to cup my bare breasts and the feeling of his calloused palms on my sensitive skin makes me gasp.

He weighs them in his hands like he's learning them. Then his thumbs brush over my nipples and I make a sound I don't recognize.

"You like that?"

"Yes."

He does it again, watching my face, and my breathing gets faster.

Then he leans down and takes my left nipple in his mouth.

The heat and wetness and the gentle suction make my knees buckle. He holds me up with one arm around my waist while his mouth works my breast.

His tongue circles my nipple and then he takes it between his teeth gently and tugs and I grab his shoulders to stay upright.

"Holt," I breathe.

He switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention, and I'm making small sounds with every movement of his mouth. His free hand comes up to palm the breast he just left and he rolls the wet nipple between his fingers while he sucks the other one.

I'm already so turned on I can feel how wet I am.

My hips rock forward instinctively and I press against him and he groans against my breast.

He pulls back and looks at me. My lips are parted and I'm breathing hard and my nipples are tight and wet from his mouth. He looks at me like he wants to devour me.

"You're so fucking responsive," he says.

My face feels hot. "I've never... no one's ever..."

"Never what?"

"Paid that much attention. To my breasts."

Something dark crosses his face. "Their loss."

He pulls his own shirt over his head and I see the bruise again, darker now, spreading across his shoulder in shades of purple and black. Without thinking I reach out and touch it gently.

"Does it hurt?"