The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her mind. But while she had the repeated opportunity to put her arms and legs around the fine body of Foley Graham, there was no way she was going shopping for a bike soon. At least she hoped not. She was like holding on to a mountain. Savannah had a major crush on Foley already.
    They wound their way down her driveway. The lake was crystal behind her home. Despite some negative aspects of her life, the day was absolutely perfect. The beauty of Devil’s Lake and the North Dakota scenery just filled her up. They parked the bike and as they walked into her home, the glass now repaired around the door, their bodies grazed one another. The sensual tension between them building. Foley was just going to stay a little while and do a security check around the property, and then he was going to go home to go get ready.
    Savannah opted to run a bath. The water was so lazy and warm. It washed her stress away completely. She lingered, floating, letting the sensuality of the moment literally bathe her. Foley filled her mind. She closed her eyes and saw his wonderfully handsome face, always in some stage of a smile, it seemed. She let the water lapped and worked her body. He stirred wicked feelings within her. Savannah was completely aroused for him. 
    She let her body float, pretending luscious biker; her beautiful bad boy was there with her. Above her naked body. She was impatient for him. And yet she had to wait. She rinsed her body and wrapped herself in a generous sheet towel. She padded out to her bedroom and strange as it was, despite thinking of Foley nonstop. 
    Her dreams were blurring her reality, though it was nice that they were becoming one and the same. Savannah walked smack dab into him. The look his face was so animal, so seductive. Her reaction came from so deep within. 
    “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” he said finally.
    “I’m staring at fucking gorgeous right now,” she barely managed.
    The flow of magnetism was so potent; Savannah could hardly think straight. For the moment, her entire world was just the two of them. Foley traced the edge of her towel as it firmly pressed into the flesh of her chest. His fingertips tickled, and his touch released wires of arousal twining to her core. Savannah’s center drew up tight. She was so aching and empty. She was this close to throwing herself at him.
    Savannah’s next thought, after once again noting that Foley was extraordinarily handsome, was that she was a grown woman. She had no one to answer to and if the moment were right, whether it was five days or five years from the moment she met him, she would indeed sleep with him. She couldn’t waste this precious opportunity. So maybe this was a one night stand. Maybe he would leave after this and never look back, then oh well. At least she would experience sex with this mind-blowing man. She hadn’t had sex in forever. Savannah just wanted to be held in somebody’s arms, if just for a short, brief period. She just needed that connection. It had been so damn long.
    She had half a mind to throw off her towel, stand before him buck naked, and offer herself up to him. At the moment, she cared nothing about her heart, only the lust she was feeling. Every part of her craved every part of him, which she was certain was magnificent.
    Foley took her face into his hands and gave Savannah a slow and sensual kiss. Devouring her by degrees, tasting her, pleasuring her. She was liquid fire.
    Savannah was never one to not gobble a chocolate bar but this time, just like he said, she was going to go slow. Endure the wondrous torture even though it would be so easy to orchestrate it. She was not going to manipulate; she was going to let it happen naturally.
    Her pent up attraction inspired her choice in outfits. She picked out something that thought was sexy but understated. She rolled her hair with the hair dryer, so it flowed around her. She selected a crisp white shirt and boyfriend jeans. She wanted to