Page 18 of Love Undiscovered
“Thank God,” I breathe.
“Of course, we’re riding on that thing.”
“Um, have you seen me? No thank you. I’ll drive.”
“I have seen you, you look positively edible,” he says, using my same line from earlier. “And you can’t drive.”
“Why?”
“Well, one because I’m being a gentleman and picking you up. And two because your best friend is getting engaged tonight and you want to be able to celebrate with her. And if you’re driving, you won’t be able to do that.”
“If that happens, you can just drive my car home.”
“Are you afraid of my beast, Ice Q?”
“Pfft. No.”
“Well then.” He gestures to the motorcycle.
“It’s going to mess up my hair.” I pat my head lightly, knowing by touch that all the hairs are in exactly the right place.
“I never took you for the high maintenance type.”
“I’m not high maintenance,” I say. But I can hear a bit of a whine in my voice that disgusts me.
“I’m not high maintenance,” he mimics in a high-pitched voice that is definitely a whine.
“Fine.” I grab my clutch, lock the door, and walk ahead of him toward the motorcycle. “Let’s go.”
“I gotta say, Icy, the view is just as good from the back.” He lets out a wolf whistle. I can’t help but smile, glad that he can’t see my face.
We get to the bike, he pulls a leather jacket and a helmet out of the saddlebag and hands them to me. “Here, put these on.”
I put on the jacket and carefully arrange the helmet around my hair. If I look like shit after this, I’m going to kill him. He gets on the bike, then puts out his hand to help me get on behind him.
“How did you expect this to work, exactly?” I motion to the seat and then to my dress.
“Hmmm.” He looks me up and down thoughtfully. “Well, I think you’re just going to have to hitch it up and straddle me tight.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hitch up the dress and climb on.”
“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” I hiss.
His eyes darken, and he looks to where my underwear would have been, had I been wearing them. He licks his lips, and I can’t tell if it’s intentional or not. A little shiver goes through me.
Rein it the fuck in, Remi. You are not attracted to this guy. You just had a tap out situation and you’re feeling a little desperate.
Knowing that he’s watching, I take my time hitching up my dress to a length that is close to illegal. His eyes never leave the edge of my gown, following it all the way up my thighs. I flick him in the head to get his attention.
“Ow! That was unnecessary.”
“But effective.”
He tells me how to hold onto his shoulders, put my heel on the peg and swing a leg over. I swear he tries to sneak a peek when I do.
Unzipped, his leather jacket hangs low enough on my sides that it covers the bulk of my thighs from anyone driving by. But I know, and Chance knows, that there is not a lot separating my bare skin from his. He starts the bike and I feel it vibrating beneath me.
