Page 73 of Embers in Our Souls
Her tears return, welled up in those beautiful green eyes, but this time, she allows a smile to finally break through. She grabs my forearms and I take that as the only permission I need to pull her down to capture her lips with mine.
I feel the warmth of her on me, and it’s intoxicating. After years of not having this woman in my arms, it’s like a light has come back into my life. Not only that, it’s like an energy I was missing in my soul.
I continue to move my fingers through her hair as our tongues intertwine. I swallow her moan, and she moves her hands up and around my back. She moves herself onto the bike so we are facing each other. Her legs wrap around me and being on this motorcycle is just adding to the sensuality of what we’re doing.
“I’ve missed you so much, Indy. Seeing you all these weeks, unable to hold you and touch you was torture for me.” I tell her as I move my lips down the column of her neck, dropping kisses along her skin.
“You drove me nuts, Ty. I’ve wanted you with me, yet I wanted to push you away for what you did to me,” she says, sinking her nails into the fabric of my shirt.
We’re hungry for each other, but being out here in the open is something we need to rectify.
“We have to get home. The things I want to do to you,” I tell her, bringing my lips back to hers.
“Then get moving, Tyler. We have years of making up to do.”
I growl and nip at her earlobe before pulling away. How am I going to ride home with this stiffness between my legs. She must be a mind reader in that moment because she looks down and sees the bulge in my pants.
“Looks like someone will have to readjust before we start back.” She smirks and hops off the bike.
I smack her ass, and she yelps. “Wow, already getting frisky, Mr. Hunter.”
“We’ll see how frisky you’ll get, wife.” I put the helmet on her head, then proceed to put on my own. We hop on the bike and I’ve got us back on the road.
She doesn’t make the ride easy though. On the way back, she’s a lot more comfortable moving those hands around my front, making sure it’s more sensual of an experience for me. Fuck, I’m having to think about things like math equations so I won’t be hot and bothered.
By the time we make it to Indiana’s place, I’m nearly throwing my helmet to the curb. The minute Indy takes her helmet off, the smirk she’s sporting is downright sinful.
“You play dirty, woman,” I tell her.
“Sorry, my hand was falling asleep. I had to keep moving it,” she says, playing innocent. Then she sashays up her steps to the front door.
“Sure, I bet it was.” I grab her waist and move her close to my pelvis so she can feel the effect of her movements. The gasp I hear her take in is exactly what I expected.
Kalli is waiting for us when we open the door.
“Oh, hello, lovebirds,” she says excitedly. “I assume by the smiles on your faces, you’ve kissed and made up, finally?”
“Yes, I’d say so,” Indy says.
“Perfect. I’ll expect a full report tomorrow.” She winks at her best friend and waves at me. “Noah didn’t wake up and I’m off, then. Good luck and be safe. Remember to wrap it up.”
“Kalli!” Indy says and her friend laughs on her way out.
The instant the door closes behind her, Indiana looks at me and I whisper in her ear, “What’s first, wife? You want my fingers, my mouth or my cock?”
CHAPTER 38
Tyler
We move feverishlytoward her bedroom, hyperaware there’s a little boy down the hall that could catch us if we’re not careful. The moment we’re behind her bedroom door, she locks it behind us. She unzips the jacket she has on and throws it to the side.
She pulls my shirt halfway up, then I take over the rest of the way. The moment my chest is exposed to her, I see the hunger in her eyes. The way her eyes take me in, it feels like my skin is on fire.
She bites her lip, trailing her fingertips along the ink that lines my pecs to the tops of my biceps. “These are new.”
“Do you like them?” I feel nervous, wondering if this is something she finds attractive.
“Yes.” She continues rubbing her hands along my chest, skimming her hands along my skin and causing my heart rate to soar behind my ribcage.
