Page 35 of My Single Dad Biker

"Katherine."

"Mm?"

"This is real. For me. I need you to know that."

I lift my head and look at him. "It's real for me too."

He kisses me once more. Then he glances at the clock on my nightstand and sighs. "I need to get home before Louis wakes up."

"What time is it?"

"Just after eleven."

"Do you have to go right now?"

"Soon. Not yet."

I put my head back on his chest and we lie there for another ten minutes. His hand in my hair. My hand on his chest. Neither of us talking because there's nothing that needs to be said.

Finally he shifts and I know it's time. He gets up and starts dressing and I watch him from the bed. Jeans. Shirt. Boots. Jacket. When he's done he sits on the edge of the bed and cups my face in his hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says.

"Okay."

"Lock the door after me."

"I will."

He kisses me one more time and then he's gone. I hear the front door close and the deadbolt slide home and his truck starting outside.

I lie in my bed in the dark and I can still feel him. The ache between my thighs. The tenderness on my neck where he sucked. The ghost of his hands on my body.

Everything just changed.

Yesterday I didn't know Holt. Tonight I let him inside my body in ways I've never let anyone before. Tomorrow I have to figure out what that means.

But right now, lying here in the dark, I'm not scared.

I'm claimed.

Marked.

His.

And I chose it.

I fall asleep still feeling the weight of his hands on my hips.

Chapter 6 — Holt

I wake up at five-thirty with Katherine's taste still in my mouth.

The house is dark. Louis is asleep down the hall. Ray's nephew left around midnight after texting that everything was fine.

I lie in bed staring at the ceiling and my body still remembers the feel of her. The softness of her thighs under my hands.

The sounds she made when I was inside her. The way she looked at me after like I'd done something significant.