The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 27

***POV - Damion

"What are we making?"

"Stirfry." I pour her some wine and then we talk and laugh while cutting veggies and cooking rice. I always love to cook and mom showed me how to be skilled in the kitchen.

She leans over the pan, fanning the sent towards her nose, sniffing deep, her eyes closed. Then she looks at me with a wicked smile, one that awakes my sleepy little man at once.

"Extremely hot and he can cook. Maybe I should just marry you right now. We can always work on the attitude problem."

"Be careful what you wish for, little angel." My eyes move over her body and land on her lips. She's blushing again and it drives me crazy. I take a sip of my water trying to cool down a little. I'm leaving for Italy in a few hours and I want … no need to spend as much time with her as possible. It s getting harder and harder for me to focus on all the reasons why I should keep my distance.

"But seriously, is there anything you can't do?"

"Mmm, I can't sit still."

"That's it ... you can't sit still?" She rolls her eyes.

"Yep, I'm hyperactive and wild. That's why I need the rules - to keep me out of trouble."

"So tell me about the rules. How many are there?" She pulls herself onto the counter and sits there watching me cook. Her eyes look like pieces of the sky during different times of the day.

"Ten." I don't want to think about the rules right now, thinking that I'm going to break them soon, and that will have serious consequences, huge life-changing ones.

"So you're not going to tell me?"

"Nope!" I pull out the p.

"I'll figure it out." I laugh and shake my head. She's always loved puzzles and I'm sure she won't stop until she knows each and every rule.

"I know one has to do with sleeping with a girl in your bed." She accentuates the word 'sleeping'.

"Well, it's got more to do with sex than sleep." I highlight the word 'sex' and notice her nipples pushing against the fabric of her T-shirt, or rather, my T-shirt on her body, like 2 plumb berries. I try my best not to stare, but then she looks down at them as if she's reading my thoughts. She looks back up and catches me with a deadly nipple piercing look and a little man standing on full attention.

To break the heated sexual tension, I wink and then serve two bowls that we carry to the TV room. The food smells divine and my tummy rumbles in anticipation.

"Now to see my first episode of Vampire Diaries. I hope you re not just watching because of the cute guys?" I eye her skeptically.

"Naturally, but the story is pretty good too." She pulls up her brows. "After Vamps, I'll introduce you to The Originals and Legacies." I frown, feeling excited about the hidden agenda behind her words. Without realizing it she's suggesting spending lots of time together. She pulls her feet under her on the couch, while taking a bite of her food. I'm sitting on the other side of the sofa, gulping down my own, eyes on the screen. She takes another bite and a soft moan escapes her lips and I know she enjoys my cooking.

"You're doing it again," I say teasingly and she swallows her bite slowly.

"Sorry, but if you can't handle my moaning, then don't make such nice food." Damn, I push down the front of my pants trying to get a more comfortable position for my hard dick.

"Why do you do that?" She looks at me astonished cocking her brows. Did she seriously just ask me that?

"Well, I can sit here with my tent pitched, which I would say is a bad move in about 98% of situations, or I can do a boner tuck." I shrug my shoulders cause it's nothing out of the ordinary, for a guy. So for a girl having brothers like hers, she should be used to this and a little less innocent.

"What the hell is a boner tuck?" Obviously, it doesn t seem to be the case, and I'm starting to wonder if she even knows what a boner is. Kiara slipping that she s still a virgin didn t go unnoticed but didn't realize she is this inexperienced. It is both exciting and scary.

I would love to be her first but I also don't want to hurt her. I've never deflowered a girl before - I don't sleep with virgins. I don't want a girl to lose her first time on a meaningless fuck and all my fucks have been meaningless. But with Mel it's different, it won't be meaningless and I'll make sure it's special.

"See, rude! It's not cocky or vain if it's true, now is it?" Then I move quick as lightning and now her lips are just inches from mine. I stare into her sky blue eyes, totally bewitched by the violet flecks sprayed within.

"And as for the girls, they're always coming on to me, I NEVER chase a girl. But I think that's about to change." We stare at each other, and her eyes display the same want as mine.

"Care if I do a little experiment?" My voice is husky with need.

"Uh, what now? I'm not sure I want to be experimented on," she says.

I just want a taste, to see if maybe after I've kissed her, tasted her, maybe I can pull her from my mind. I ve never wanted anything as much as I want her right now. Her lips part as my head descends toward hers as if in slow motion.

Her lips feel soft as a feather as I'm testing her willingness. I hold my breath and savor the moment, the feeling, the taste of berries on her lips. She might have moaned or groaned, I'm not sure. I lift my head for a second.

"Fuck it." The taste of her makes me want more, and I can t stop – I ve lost all control. I grab her and kiss the hell out of her, a hungry, lustful but still passionate kiss. My tongue explores the seductive illegal depths of her mouth. It's as if I've walked in the desert for years and she's the first water I get to drink and I don't want to stop.

But then I remove my lips forcefully, my hands still clutching her face. I close my eyes and pull my mouth in a straight line, trying to gain back control, my thirst for her not even close to being quenched. Damn, I shouldn t have done that! Now, from now on, it s just going to be more difficult to not act on my urges. Fuck, Grimm, you re so fucked.

I move back to my side of the sofa, trying to act as if nothing happened, but feeling cold and hot at the same time.

"Okay, the results of the experiment are quite clear." I put my arms under my head and stare at the screen again. At least she didn t slap me but instead kissed me back.

"You're a real ass. I really hate you. And don't do experiments on me again, I'm not a freaking lab-bunny." I smile, knowing now for sure that she doesn t hate me and it gives me hope.

"Mmm, ye sure. I've wanted to do that since I first saw you standing at your locker." And that's the truth.

I need her close to me, so I pull her over into my arms without taking my eyes off the screen, scared that she would see the longing in my eyes. She lies there frozen solid with her head on my bare chest. I can't talk, and I'm trying desperately to keep my stupid mouth from smiling.