Overprotective Biker

He's a single dad by day.
And a ruthless biker by night.
I wanted a taste... but I got too close.
And then I fell for the bad boy.**

Ever since he's moved in, my life has been turned completely upside down.

That motorcycle of his is always roaring outside of my window.
I see him every time I step out.
Hard muscles and dark tattoos glistening under the sun-a dangerous combo of ink and testosterone.
Every time those steely green eyes look at me, I can feel them pierce right through my clothes.

His little baby is a student in my class.
So what better excuse than a parent-teacher conference to some...*gulp*... "alone time"?

But I might have bitten off more than I can chew.
Up close, Dawson is...
Intimidating.
Powerful.
An alpha male, in every sense of the word.

His voice alone makes me shiver.
But you know what the crazy thing is?

I want more.
I want him to do more than just stare.
I want him to pull me into that broad chest of his.
I want him to pin me against the backseat of his Harley.
To use me.
I want him to make me scream...

... But when I made that wish, I had no f***ing idea what I was getting myself into.