“How do you know we’re trying it?” I ask, tiptoeing a little longer around telling him how I feel about him.
He takes my right hand and presses it over his heart.
It’s pounding so hard I never would have imagined someone flat on their back under a beautiful clear blue sky in a field of purple lavender would sound like they’re a breath away from having a heart attack. “I can never catch my breath around you, Byrdie. I hoard every smile I see and want to pin you against every wall. It feels like living a dream I never want to wake up from.”
My eyes burn. “When did it start feeling like that?”
“When I grabbed your t-shirt and pulled you off the side of the roof and into my arms. This isn’t a world I want to breathe in for a second longer if you’re not in it with me.”
He falls silent, and so do I.
“Can we go for another ride?” I ask him, and even though he does a good job of hiding his disappointment, I see it. “I always feel like I’m flying.”
“Whatever my girl wants,” he says with an easy grin, and springs to his feet.
I stand quietly as he packs everything back into the picnic basket. He snags my hand, drawing me in for a sweet kiss before he leads me back to the bike.
As he starts strapping the basket onto the back of his bike, I clear my throat. “Makhi?”
He glances over his shoulder. “You want me to move it further back? Was it too close to your back before?” Before I can respond, he unstraps the basket.
“I want you to fuck me on your bike.”
The basket slams onto the grass, spilling its contents everywhere.
Makhi isn’t paying any attention to the mess he just made of the remains from our picnic lunch. He’s too busy looking at me, and his eyes are burning.
“We are in a lavender field on a public road,” he tells me, voice husky.
I lift my chin. “Then you’d better fuck me fast before anyone can?—”
I’m clamped tight against his chest before I saw him move. Makhi’s mouth crashes onto mine, and his kiss is hungry as his hands smooth down my every curve. His cock against my lower belly is hard, swelling each second he extends his kiss.
He breaks away, breathing hard, and his voice is gruff when he orders, “Wrap your legs around me.”
I don’t hesitate.
He lifts me high on his chest, takes two steps, and swings one leg over his bike, straddling the seat. The handlebars are behind him, and he holds me up with one arm. I feel the brush of his fingers under my skirt, hissing, then moaning as his fingers slip under my panties. He strokes and caresses until I’m writhing against him.
His hand moves, the rasp of his zipper makes my core clench, and with one nudge, he pulls my panties aside and draws my body down onto his cock.
I fling my head back, gripping his shoulders as every thought empties out of my head.
I’m sitting on top of him, my legs wrapped around his waist, but this isn’t a ride I’m in control of. His lips are hungry, and the pace of his thrusts is fast, hard, and scorches my brain.
Fire starts at my toes and works up. An urgent ache settles between my thighs, and I buck and gasp as I come around his pistoning cock.
He surges into me, wraps both arms tight around me, and breaks his kiss to press his mouth to my throat.
And he holds me there.
Each jerk of his cock fills me up, leaving me warm and wet and so full of him.
We should separate in case a driver comes down this road, but none of us moves.
My heart slows its frantic rhythm, and Makhi’s next kiss is soft, sweet and sumptuous. He pulls away to meet my eye, and the warmth and sweetness contained within stops my heart. “I love you, baby. I’ll never hurt you again.”
There’s a question in his eyes, and unlike at the hospital, this is a question I don’t look away to avoid.
