Page 19 of Exactly What I Needed
“What’d I tell you about that?” I whispered, and he paused. His gaze remained steady, fixed upon his fingers. He didn’t move. My words lingered in the air, dancing across the soft breeze and empty street. One nice thing about living in this little subdivision was it wasn’t a very busy location for traffic.
Eventually, Asher resumed and finished buckling my helmet. Guiding me toward his bike, he swung on and then patted the seat behind him. I hesitated for another half a second. If I got on, I would knowingly be violating girl code with Sydney. I would willingly and knowingly be stepping across that boundary.
But he wasn’t going to stay in our city forever.
As long as this remained a secret, what was the harm? Right?
So, I swung a leg over the back and straddled the bike. My feet couldn’t touch the ground as I rested them on the pegs and gripped the sides of the bike. His fingers wrapped around one of my wrists, and he pulled it forward, placing it against his stomach.
Snatching it away, I tried to keep some space between Asher’s body and mine. He revved the engine and snagged my hand again, wrapping it around his waist. I pulled it back, trying to hold onto anything but him.
Shaking his head, he suddenly threw it into gear and gunned it. Just a foot before slamming the brakes. Instinctively, I shot my arms forward, wrapping them tightly around his waist as my chest slammed into his back. My heart thumped wildly against my ribs as my palms caressed his steely abs beneath his shirt.
I felt him chuckle lightly to himself.
Shifting it back into gear, he gently rolled us forward, and this time, I squeezed tightly. Smoothly, we began to gain speed. The wind whipped by us as he zoomed through the back roads, swerving around corners and drifting through the night. I pressed the cheek of my helmet against his back, feeling a giddy sense of freedom.
And intimacy. Leaning forward on his bike, he sped even faster, and I gripped him tighter. Pressing against his back as hard as I could, I melted into his frame. He smelled just like I remembered. Wild, free, with a hint of citrus and bergamot. I really liked it.
Inhaling deeply, my fingers gripped his coat just a little tighter, wrapping my hand up in his fabric. I wanted to be closer than this. Closer to him.
I wanted to touch him. Actually touch him. Ignite those sparks once again that flashed between us.
I inhaled sharply. What would he think if I acted upon my sudden carnal desires? I’d already told him only once, but here we were, cruising down a road, alone. It was dark, and I was close to him.
A daring sense of bravery ripped through me, urging me to again, do something I’d never done before.
My stomach churned, both excited and nervous as I released one set of fingers from his coat. Trembling, I lightly brushed it down the rest of his torso and across the waistband of his pants. He shivered but didn’t reach out to stop me.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep, encouraging breath and inched my fingers along his thigh, slipping down toward the leather seat.
Now was the time to back out. Before I actually touched him. Before I did more than just caress the inside of his thigh.
But I didn’t want to stop.
And as I inched my hand a little higher up his leg, he didn’t move to stop me. In fact, he pried his knee away from the bike slightly and adjusted himself so my access would be much easier.
His chest heaved as I bit my bottom lip. Heart racing, a pulse pounding so boldly between my own legs I could’ve sworn the vibrations ripped up to my head and spun me dizzy. Pausing just a centimeter from the center of his thighs, I dug my fingers into his muscle.
Asher still made no move to stop me, and the deep breaths of his turned sporadic beneath my other palm still pressed against his chest. I wasn’t sure when I’d become so bold, but I closed my eyes and slipped my hand between his legs.
Salivating at the feel of him so excited, every inch of my skin roared warm. He shifted on his bike one more time, allowing me better access as we rounded a corner.
At any point, he could stop me. But I didn’t want him to stop me.
Please don’t stop me.
Fuck, I wanted to touch him, to make him squirm and moan again.
Fumbling with the button on his pants, I eventually was able to pop it open, and without my help, the zipper slid down. I lifted the hem of his shirt, brushing my fingertips against the skin of his torso before dropping them into his boxers and wrapping around my target.
Two hands would do a better job with how thick and long he was, but I didn’t want to fall off the bike by letting go of his waist. I heard a quiet whimper drift into my ears as I willingly offered something I’d never done before. Knowing so little about someone, yet being so sexually open with him was also not something I’d ventured about doing. There was a thrill in the adventure of this moment. My own body roared hot, my skin slick with sweat as I delivered pleasure to him.
The ache between my own legs grew as we cruised along this road, riding farther away from whatever strange desolation my daily life was, and closer toward his peak of pleasure. Closer toward the exciting result of doing something completely spontaneous—completely new.
And completely reckless.
Despite the moans that left his lips, somehow he kept the bike on the road, though we certainly crossed that center line around nearly every corner. But the rules we were breaking were merely a dull hum at the back of my mind as everything else around me focused on the exhilarating heat of the moment.
