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the cowboy ensemble along with a Stetson, boots, and jeans. But since he was a member of a biker gang, it gave the gun a more insidious air.
    She sighed. Well, his gun, his business, right? Not like she’d signed on to be his girlfriend or something.
    “Good morning, Pinky,” Ryker drawled. His voice had a bit of gravel in it.
    “Morning.” She turned over in bed to face him. She had no idea how to play this. Should she grab up her clothes and call a cab? Make polite conversation over coffee and ask for a ride to her car?
    Evidently, he read the discomfort on her face, because he cocked his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”
    She licked her dry lips and he followed the movement with his eyes. “Nothing. I’m good. A-Okay,” she said and then shook her head. Could I be any more of a spaz?
    His gaze dipped to her bare chest and she suddenly realized she’d left everything on full display. She yanked the covers back around her body. A tad late to be prudish now, but, still , she hardly knew him.
    “You are getting’ ready to lose your shit, aren’t you?” he asked, watching her very carefully. “You are staring at me all wide-eyed. I guess it’s a hazard of taking a good girl to bed.” Before she could protest, he pressed her back against the pillows, moving to his side so they faced one another. “What’s going on, Pinky? You havin’ morning after regrets?”
    She sighed, blowing her breath out in one long, steadying stream. Trying to relax. “No. Yes.” She hesitated. “I don’t know.” Being this close to him and naked made it difficult to be rational. She mostly wished he’d kiss her and silence the random doubts buzzing in her head.
    He chuckled. “Which is it?”
    She bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry I’m acting all weird. I don’t know what to do. This is my first one night stand.”
    He frowned. “Who said this was a one night stand?”
    She stared at him. “You mean it isn’t?”
    He stroked her cheek. “I don’t know, darlin’. Truthfully? I haven’t had enough of you. Not by a longshot.” He pulled at the sheet across her torso to reveal her breasts. She could feel the chilly morning air on her nipples once more, causing them to pucker up. “That’s better. I fucking love the view.” He tweaked both of her them and she couldn’t help but let out a little moan. “Mmm, such a beautiful sight in the morning.” He bent down and kissed both breasts.
    And just like that, all thoughts of leaving his bed disappeared. He kissed his way up her torso from between her breasts to her neck before pausing to suck her earlobe into his mouth. She couldn’t hold back a groan, not wanting him to stop
    “Feel what you do to me,” he murmured. “I woke up with a hard on the size of a baseball bat.” He grasped her hand and plunged it between their bodies, and then urged her to wrap her fingers around the thick length of his penis. He felt hot and hard, soft skin over a rigid steel interior. She remembered only too well how good he had felt rubbing against her from behind. She couldn’t help but fantasize about him sliding inside of her, her legs clutched around his waist.
    She ran her thumb over the head, causing him to moan. Damn, she loved the sounds he made.
    “Fuck me,” he muttered. “Who knew wakin’ up next to a woman could feel so damn good? Now, give it a good stroke.”
    She did, jerking her fingers up and down, making him growl, low and slow in response. His back had arched, his teeth sank into his lower lip, and his hips thrust in time with her movements. He jerked the covers from his lap and she leaned on her elbow, so she could see his cock, a thick tower of flesh. He had dark black curls at the base and it strained in her grasp, the veins bulging, and the head a purplish pink color.
    And touching him made her even wetter. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn’t. When, she couldn’t take it anymore, she reached between her thighs with her other hand, feeling her