Page 17 of Forbidden Harmony

Her face flushed at the nickname and shedidn’t object when he slipped the helmet over her head and buckled it under herchin. He kept his movements brisk and detached but even grazing his knucklesagainst her throat gave him half a goddamn stiffy. He put on his helmet andturned on the intercom system in his helmet and hers. He sat down and patted thespot behind him.

“Swing your leg over and put your feet onthe pegs.”

She did what he asked, pulling at the hem ofher dress when it rode up even higher on her thighs. He reached behind him,grabbed her legs just above her knees, and pulled her up snug against him. Hercrotch was pressed against his lower back and her thighs rested against hiships. He had an overwhelming urge to rest his hand on her thigh, to show theworld that she was his woman. Which was stupid because a woman like her wouldnever be with a man like him.

Not to mention she has a man, youdickhead.

Right. It was strange how easy it was forhim to forget that fucking detail about her.

She was trying to wiggle back, and he usedthat as an excuse to reach back and slide his hand around her thigh, holdingher in place. “Nope, sit nice and close, Sunshine. You don’t want to falloff, do you?”

Her legs tightened around his hips at hiswords and he tried not to groan. What he wouldn’t give to have her legs tightenlike that while he was fucking her. “What’s your address?”

She recited her address and he said, “Handsaround my waist. Hold on tight.”

“Will you drive slowly?” She put her armsaround him and linked her fingers together across his flat abdomen.

God, she felt way too good pressed up againsthis back with her arms around him. He started the motorcycle and she jumped.Her thighs squeezed his hips even tighter and her voice through the intercomturned high pitched. “Preacher, will you drive slowly?”

“I’ll drive carefully,” he said before liftingthe kickstand. With a quick twist of the throttle, he had the bike flying downthe road. The little schoolteacher squealed and clung to him like the world’ssexiest piggyback ride. He could feel her helmet pressing against his back andhe reached down and patted her hand.

“Both hands on the wheel!” she saidhysterically, and he laughed before gunning the engine.

She squealed again but this time he thoughthe might have detected a little bit of excitement mixed in with the fear. Shelifted her head from his back. Thanks to the intercom, he could hear her softand weirdly sexy gasps in his ear.

“You okay?” he said after about fiveminutes.

“Yes.” The excitement was palpable in hervoice. “Yes, this is… lovely! Can you go faster?”

He grinned. “Yes, Sunshine, I can.”

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The ride to her house was over far tooquickly. Addison’s terror had turned first to excitement and then to puredelight in the time it took Preacher to get her home. As he slowed to a stop andput the kickstand down before shutting off the bike, she tried to ignore herdisappointment at the ending of the ride.

She was ashamed to admit that it wasn’tonly the ride she was enjoying. Pushed up against Preacher’s back, feeling thehard muscles of his abdomen under her hands and the vibration of the bike betweenher thighs had made her horny as hell. She was half-fantasizing that Preacherwas driving her to some secluded part of town so he could make love to her whenhe turned onto her street.

She realized she was still sitting on thebike, still clinging to Preacher’s back like a monkey, and with a flush ofembarrassment she climbed off the bike. Preacher stood and unbuckled herhelmet, removing it and letting it dangle from two fingers as she self-consciouslyfluffed her hair.

She knew she had a huge grin on her face asshe stared up at him. “That was so much fun! Thank you, Preacher.”

“You’re welcome, Sunshine.”

She cleared her throat and patted her hairagain. “Do I look funny with helmet hair?”

He shook his head. “You look good. Realgood.”

She flushed. “I look wind-blown, I’msure.”

“I like it,” he said. “The only time awoman looks better than after her first motorcycle ride is after her first orga-”

He abruptly cut the sentence short as histanned skin went a little red. She hid her smile as he turned and strapped thehelmet to the back of his bike.

She studied the friendship bracelet she’dgiven him that was tied around one wrist as he studied her apartment building.

“This is a nice area,” he said.

“It is,” she said. “I like that it’s kindof close to downtown. Sometimes I’ll walk from my place to downtown just for,um, exercise. You know.”

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