Page 146 of Meet Me in the Valley
Zzz-ip.
The low slide of her zipper detonates a pulse straight through me.
“Jacket,” she orders, eyes blazing with heat. “Off. Now.”
I’m still gaping when the red dress slips from her shoulders, gliding over every lethal curve to land in a puddle at her heels.
Holy. Hell.
She’s standing beneath the glow of the moon with the party thumping just yards away, wearing nothing but a wicked smile and the tiniest black thong I’ve ever seen.
I make quick work of my jacket, shrugging it off and stepping into her space, wrapping it around her bare chest. My eyes go straight to those perfect peaks adorned with the silver bars I’ve missed tugging with my teeth. My mouth practically waters at the sight. I’m so close to leaning down to have my fill.
But not yet. Soon. Where I can take my time. Savor every perfect inch of her.
“I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to keep my hands off you until we get where we’re going,” I growl, voice low and utterly wrecked. “Jesus fucking Christ, T, you drive me so goddamn insane.”
That wicked smirk curls her lips—full of promise, full oftrouble. “You can touch me,” she breathes. “Iwantyou to touch me.”
Her finger glides between her full breasts, trailing down her toned stomach, stopping just above the thin black band of her sad excuse of a thong.
My eyes follow—because ofcoursethey fucking do. She’s pointing to exactly where she wants my hands, my mouth,allof me.
And fuck, I want it. I need it. Totasteher. Toclaimher.
Then, just like that, she folds the jacket closed over herself, grabs her dress and my helmet, and fits it snug over her head as she brushes past me like she didn’t just nearly make me come in my goddamn pants.
My fists clench. Jaw tight. Balls heavy.
Mother. Fucking. Minx.
And when I turn to face her, I take another mental snapshot for the night—maybe the best one yet.
Tia, straddled on the back of my bike inmyjacket, nearly naked underneath, with thosefuck-me heelson her feet.
I bite my fist, rolling my eyes to the back of my head. Tia giggles without a care in the world, while I’m out here fighting demons to keep from busting a nut before she even lays a finger on me.
I put my helmet on, kick the stand, and rev up the engine. As soon as the rumble cuts through the air, Tia squeals in my ear and pushes herself up as close as she can against me. Like muscle memory, her arms circle around my waist.
I fucking love that. I love how crazy she gets when we go for a ride. If I wasn’t so eager to get her back to the B&B, I’d take the long way, chasing the stars and letting the wind carry us throughout the night.
But we have plenty of time for that. We have all the time in the world for it now that we’re together again.
I peel out onto the street, pushing the throttle hard to elicit the sweetest laugh from Tia. It’s music to my ears. Her temptress hands explore freely—scratching my stomach with her nails, wrapping her delicate fingers around my neck, and palming my erection over the fabric of my pants.
After a few of the longest minutes of my life, the Violet Inn comes into view. I’ve never been happier to get off this damn bike. I’m so hard I can barely think straight with the way she’s touching me. It’s taken every bit of focus not to crash the damn thing on the way here.
Reaching one of my hands back, I coast my fingers along the back of Tia’s calf, cupping the back of her knee possessively.
“Are we going to the inn?” Tia shouts over the wind.
I give her my profile and nod. She shows her excitement by hugging me tight, pressing her chest into my back. I revel in her warmth. Then, like a jolt, my stomach bottoms out when reality crashes into me.
After being apart for the longest we’ve ever been in our decade long friendship, this is us stepping into ournew beginning.
No more fear.
No more bullshit.
