Page 24 of Leave Me
“You assume I’m going home with you?” I teased, feeling a bit better with the cool breeze from the lake blowing over us.
Fowler frowned but didn’t drop the helmet. “You don’t feel well, so you’re not walking.”
“I forgot how bossy you can be,” I chuckled, taking the matte-black, open-face helmet from him. I slid it onto my head but left it unclipped. “I suppose you can just shift and heal if you get in an accident.”
“Mmm,” Fowler grunted, though I wasn’t sure if he meant it as an agreement since his face was full of conflicting emotions. He reached out to close and tighten the chin strap, getting closer. “You are more fragile than I am.”
Narrowing my eyes, I gripped his elbows. “I’m not a kid anymore, Fowler.”
His eyes shot up to mine, and Fowler licked his lips. “No, you’re not.”
All discomfort in my heated body vanished as lust spiked through me. I leaned into Fowler, breathing in the taste of the sweet soda he had at the park along with his own musk.
Instead of kissing me, like I wanted, he stepped back and threw his leg over the bike. “Hop on, let’s get you home.”
Taking a deep breath, I willed my half-hard dick to calm down before swinging my leg over the back of the bike to settle behind him. It was a tight fit, with two grown men, but it was a position I remembered well from our teens, and once again I was trying not to let him feel my erection.
Placing my hands on his sides, Fowler grabbed them and moved them around to his front. “Hold on tight. I don’t want to lose you when we go uphill.”
A shiver ran through me when he started the engine, and I was surprised when we started up Main Street and Fowler placed one hand over mine. With us both in tank tops, I was feeling a lot of him on me, and my body took notice.
The trip only took a few minutes, but I enjoyed the wind on my face and the feeling of being pressed up against Fowler. It made me wonder about roles in the bedroom and if he was into bottoming.
He parked next to my place in the shade, letting me get off before he followed suit. Before I could take the helmet off, Fowler was there, unclipping it and pulling it off to set it on the seat.
Cupping my face, Fowler looked me over. “How are you feeling? I tried to take it easy so you wouldn’t get motion sickness.”
“And here I thought you drove slow to make it last longer,” I teased. “I’m feeling better. I think the ride helped, actually.”
“You think?” Fowler asked, biting his lower lip with an anxious expression. He always did care about me, and I was glad to see his consideration of me hadn’t changed. “Maybe your mom can make you soup or something?”
“I don’t have a cold.” I laughed, then stepped closer, running my fingers up his muscular arms. “And she’s not home.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, letting my fingers trace their path down to his hands, clasping one in mine and walking backwards. My body wasthrumming with energy after the ride, and I knew what I wanted. “Maybe you can finish what you started last night?”
Fowler’s brow furrowed for a second as he followed me up the steps, then cleared in surprise when he realized what I meant. “Sure you’re up for that?”
“I’m feeling much better now,” I insisted.
Pushing the door open, since we never locked it, Fowler let me pull him inside. As soon as the door clicked closed, he had me pushed up against the frame. I ignored the door handle digging into my spine, arching my back to press against him where he had me caged in.
“You want me to kiss you again?” Fowler asked, one hand holding my head in place while the other gripped onto my waist and held me against him. His dark brown eyes looked black, and I sucked in a shaky breath when he rubbed a rough thumb over my lower lip.
“Yes, I want you to kiss me.”
Lapping at the pad of his thumb, I tasted salt and the lingering hint of rubber from gripping the handlebars. Fowler growled low in his throat and thrust his thumb into my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue.
“Or do you want more?”
Sucking at his thumb, I nodded, and he removed the digit, making me whimper at the loss. “More,” I begged.
Fowler’s mouth was on me before my next breath, sipping at my lips and licking into my mouth. It was as possessive as the night before,with him taking control, and I loved it. Instead of a sweet joining, it felt aggressive in the best way.
Wrapping my leg around his thigh, I wanted to get as close as possible. Except for the one foot I had planted on the ground, I was completely wrapped up in him. It wasn’t close enough.
I needed Fowler to take me over, to show how much he wanted me, and he seemed to hit all my buttons.
