Free The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) by Regina Fox Page A

to bounce and jiggle. She reached between her legs and worked it until she was almost there. She managed her passion, holding off, breathing deep. She wanted to wait until Foley was there with him. He was watching her. When she saw that he had stopped, he took hold of her hand and encouraged her to finish.
    She made a show of it. She let her legs fall apart and with as wanton a look as she could make, she touched herself. She looked him straight in the eye. Foley’s stroking, in and out of her was so electric. She drew herself tight on him, slowly, sensually until she was clenching him again until she spasmed on her involuntarily. 
    The waves rippled through her until they consumed her belly. They rolled throughout her. Her nipples were hard and her moan came from deep within, wailing filling the theater. 
    “Fuck, baby,” Foley murmured.
    He watched over her as the powerful orgasm consumed her. 
    She touched her finger to lip, touching her tongue to it like her finger was him. 
    “Come for me,” she whispered.
    He shook his head like he was a goner. And then it hit him. The rush overcame him as he stiffened and jerked. Savannah thrust against him to sweetly antagonize his pleasure. He shuddered and shivered until he could not move any more. Her giant and magnificent biker collapsed next to her. He was a wonderful man and amazing lover, but sometimes Savannah could not get over how handsome he was. 
    As the pleasure washed over him, she lazed, tracing his exquisite profile with her fingers. 
    “Yet another reason this is my favorite room in the house,” Savannah said lazily. 
    “Mine too, except I don’t think I would be able to watch an entire movie here with you,” he said. 
    “I’d kill for another night like this,” she replied, touching her fingertip to his nose.
    “So do you mind if I crash here tonight? I really want to be with you. The arson fires have really thrown everyone’s schedules off but barring any more activity, I have only to go to work for a half day. I would really like to finish taking that ride with you,” he said.
    Foley’s voice trembled with emotion. His words warmed her insides. 
    “I would like that very much too,” she said.
    Passion settled in her belly, causing an ache for him in her very core. She needed him again. She squirmed, and wantonly jutted her chest out suggestively. She took his hand and placed on his hand on her breast. 
    His face went from adoration to wolfen. His eyes gathered darkly. He honed in, sweeping his hands on her buttocks. She opened her legs for him. Her knee rested on his hip, nudging forward to receive him. 
    “Want something?” he teased.
    “Yes,” she gasped. “Your cock inside of me.”
    His firm fingers found her center where he teased her more. He knew so well already. His luscious touch revived passion to the brink of climax. She was almost there. And then he let up. He slowed his movement to prolong her pleasure.
    Savannah throbbed with one animal thought on her mind. She needed to be filled by him. The tip of his hardness gazed her entrance. And yet as she tried to maneuver on him, he pulled away.  A little whine raked her throat. He chuckled.
    “Please?” she asked.
    “Please what?” he whispered.
    “I fucking want you so much,” she begged.
    With the slightest little movement by each of them, he was inside of her. Even though they had just had sex, his being inside of her again was so new, so exciting. Exhilaration made her shiver. She shook on him, drawing up tightly on his erection. His thrusting was sure and steady.  Their eyes never left one another. The look in his eye was so erotic, such pure sexuality. She pushed her hips up against up him, needing to take him as much of him as she could.  She felt like she couldn’t get close enough. 
    Savannah swept her tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his. The taste of him, his wetness and heat, urged her to grind on him with powerful eagerness. His taste, his