Page 91 of Her Maine Risk

“Please,” I whisper, and he growls, slamming his mouth down on mine.

“Let’s go.” Dragging me over to his bike, he lifts me up and onto it before getting on in front of me. Starting it up, I moan at the feeling of the vibrations running through me, making my core throb even harder. I shimmy closer to him, practically rubbing myself against him, and he peels out of the lot like the building was on fire.

I tighten my grip around his waist and press myself against him as tightly as I can.

Zipping through the dark streets, I tilt my head up at the sky and see the sea of stars blur – all of them appearing as shooting stars flowing out behind us.

We do that. Alex and I. We make the stars bleed fire.

Smiling up at them, I press my fingers into Alex’s abs and feel them contract at my pressure, making me smile wider.

I’m flying.

He’s given me this.

He makes me feel like I’m flying, and nothing else matters but this – these moments I share with him.

I thought he was taking me back to the cottage, but as the minutes fly by, and time morphs, I don’t even know where we are. It’s dark, and I know we should have made it back by now.

Slowing down, he turns off onto a gravel path, and I instantly know where we are.

He took me back to his escape. A thrill sparks through me and I squeeze my thighs around him and tap my fingers against his stomach.

I want him so badly, I know it won’t take much for him to push me over the edge. My nerves are frayed, my core is throbbing, and my heart is beating so fast in my chest.

Parking in the small gravel lot, he turns the bike off, and I’m left with the deafening silence of the night, save for my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Alex slides his warm hand up and down my thigh. “Get off, gorgeous.” His gruff voice is strained, and I somehow find the strength to get off the bike without falling. My body doesn’t even feel like my own right now.

Swinging his leg over, he stands tall in front of me, and I can feel the raw want and desire rolling off of him and into me.

With the moonlight and stars glowing down on us, I can see the hard planes of his face–jaw set, eyes hard, brows determined–and I want to run my fingers over them. But I don’t. I can do it later. Right now, I need him to touch me.

Ripping the helmet off of me, he tosses it to the ground and grabs me behind the neck with his large hand, pulling me towards him – our lips meeting in a hungry frenzy that I never want to end, or tire of.

I want him with a desperation that scares me, but sometimes the best things, the best experiences, are ones that stem from a fear like this – fear of the unknown.

And Alex scares the shit out of me.

He has the ability to break me. And although I’ve tried my best to tell myself he’s just what I need right now, and he’s just what I need to bring out the Melanie I want to be–the Melanie I’ve been scared to be–I can’t help but want this with everything inside of me.

Stripping me of my jacket, I let it fall to the ground, and then his hands are on me. Running up my back, around my waist, cupping my breasts – they’re everywhere.

Unbuttoning my jeans, he slides the zipper down, and I shudder when he reaches inside my panties, groaning at how ready I am for him.

“I could feel you behind me, gorgeous. Rubbing yourself against me, trying to find relief. But you couldn’t, could you?” he growls in my ear, his hot breath against my neck.

All I can do is shake my head no, and my face scrapes against his beard, making me groan softly.

“You need me to take care of you?” he asks, taking my earlobe between his teeth, biting down.

Moaning, my breathing quickens. “Yes,” I hiss, his fingers rubbing my clit, making my legs shake.

Alex growls in my ear and pulls his hand away. My sound of protest does nothing as he spins me around pushes me towards his bike.

I fall forward, my hands resting on the soft leather seat, still warm from our bodies.

Gripping the waist of my jeans, he peels them down to my ankles and I push back towards him – an invitation.

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