Page 25 of Burning Love
She turned and saw the metal bar behind her she could reach around to hold on.
“I’m not complaining about touching you.” She climbed on and leaned forward to say that in his ear before he put his helmet on.
“I’m not complaining about having your arms around me.”
His body was solid beneath her arms, the heat radiating from his skin doing more to ignite her blood than make her sweat. It wasn’t just warmth. It was something deeper, stirring inside her.
She shifted on the seat to get close to him, her inner thighs around his hips, her crotch against his ass.
Damn, this was sexier than she thought it was going to be.
She flipped the visor down, he started the bike, and the engine rumbled to life.
He took off slowly in the parking lot and she let out a screech. He stopped. “What’s wrong?”
He’d shouted that over the engine. “Nothing,” she shouted back. “It startled me.”
“We are just going to drive around the parking lot first. If you don’t like it, I’ll bring you back and we’ll figure something else out.”
She found that super sweet and considerate on his part.
By the time he came back to her car, she had the hang of it.
“Keep going, I’m good.”
They left the mall and went through town, then got on the open road.
She didn’t know how fast he was going and she didn’t want to look.
At least fifty-five since that was the speed limit.
The wind was slapping against her bare knees from the tears in her jeans. They might have even opened up some more too. Guess she should have thought of that.
But when he pulled off the road onto the side and cut the bike’s engine, she couldn’t hold it in—laughing hysterically as she peeled the helmet from her head.
“Are you okay?”
“That was fabulous,” she said. “I didn’t realize how freeing it would be. Now I get it.”
“Yeah. It’s not always the best ride if the conditions aren’t great, but today there wasn’t much wind.”
“What do you drive if you can’t bring this out?”
“I’ve got a truck.”
“I should have figured. You seem like a truck kind of guy.”
“It’s handy to have when you’re doing construction.”
“Good point.”
She swung her legs off the bike and stood up. He grabbed her quickly before she crumpled down.
“It takes some getting used to,” he said.
“I’d like to. This was fun. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
“No problem,” he said. “I wasn’t sure what you had planned today.”
