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And the feel of him wrapped in my hand, ready to spill over the edge.
Chapter 8
He didn’t move as the bike idled on the edge of the road. We were surrounded by beautiful pine trees and a rising hill on one side, with a cliff that overlooked the city on the opposite. An incredibly gorgeous view that I was hardly paying any attention to. I was merely waiting for him to say something or do something.
I thought for a moment that maybe I’d overstepped my bounds. But then he leaned forward and muttered under his breath. “Fuck, Princess.” And he used the hem of his shirt to wipe off my hand and himself.
Squeezing my legs a little tighter against the bike, I pulled away from his touch once I was mostly cleaned up. Just the way he spoke did something to me, and I liked that nickname better. No other man had ever created this level of excitement within me. But I needed to change the subject, distract him or something, before I did something even more idiotic than, well, what I’d done.
Twice now.
“Princess?” I questioned, and he chuckled.
“Yeah, you’re my backpack, my passenger princess.”
I rolled my eyes. Hating how much I liked that I’d been suddenly deemed what felt a more permanent fixture in his life.
“Why are you still here? Aren’t you on tour?” I asked, breaking the thick seduction between us and ignoring what that meant.
“The one you came to was our last for a couple months. We are taking a small break to release a few new songs before we head to the next show on the tour,” he answered breathlessly.
“Oh, that makes sense.”
Slowly, he sat up and lifted the helmet from his head. Brushing his fingers through his gorgeous hair, I watched the earrings dance in the moonlight. He was everything my parents had warned me about. And I think that was why I liked it so much. Or at least one of the reasons.
Killing the engine, he threw the kickstand down and then swung a leg over. Sitting sideways, he looked at me and then gently reached forward and began undoing the buckle under my chin, while I waited patiently. He paused and watched me as I pulled my glasses off before gently slipping the helmet over my head.
Everything was blurry as I pushed them back onto my nose and found him smiling softly at me. Hanging it on the other empty handlebar, his gloved fingers were suddenly cupping my cheeks, and his lips crashed against mine.
A simple, passionate kiss. I melted into his velvety taste, ignoring the warning bells igniting in my head as his hands tugged me tighter against his mouth. I curled my fingers into his thigh, deepening the kiss. It wasn’t lustful or greedy; it was merely just a kiss.
My lips stuck to his as he pulled away, lingering on their own before he pressed his forehead against mine.
“That was reckless,” he mumbled against my mouth.
I bit back a smile. “I can hear just how upset you are.”
He chuckled and pecked my lips again.
“I’m a horrible friend,” I whispered as the reality of what just happened settled against my chest. He shook his head.
“No, you’re not.”
“I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be with you.”
“Why does she have to know?”
My heart sank in desperation. I wanted him to say those things. It would give me an excuse for my behavior. For giving in again.
“She wants you.”
“But I don’t want her.”
“You barely know me.” I opened my eyes, and he pulled away, breaking the contact with my forehead. Dropping his hands, he took a deep breath and looked out toward the city lights twinkling below. My back pocket began to vibrate as a chill swept through me, not giving me or him time to really process what we were truly saying.
I shivered and pulled my phone from my pants.
“Shit,” I cursed, seeing Sydney’s name.
