“I am,” I insist, softly, searching his eyes as they stare down at me, trying to read them.
“Lay back.”
My eyes widen. “What?Why?” Alarm fills my tone.
“It’s still my turn, and I chose dare. Now do as you’re fucking told and lay back.”
His eyes are on mine, and his stare is…intense. It feels as though he can see right through me and into my soul.
I look around. For a very public space, we are quite alone. When my eyes find Rí’s again, there’s a near feral gleam in his eyes, though he waits patiently for my decision.
Swallowing hard, I lean back slowly; his hands stay on my hips, holding me steady as I arch my back over the bike’s fuel tank, hating what his nod of approval does to my core.
“Hands on the handlebars,” he orders and I comply, closing my fists tight around the rubber grips to keep from sliding off. I also tighten the grip my legs have around Rí’s middle, crossing and locking my ankles together, and he smirks knowingly.
The position is… precarious and with my legs spread and open to him, I feel exposed—vulnerable.
Rí has both feet planted on the ground, keeping the bike upright and steady.
He runs both hands up my thighs, looking me over as if he’s trying to memorize every inch.
“Truth or dare, little Rose?” he asks, his fingers reaching the hemline of my skirt, sliding it higher than it already sits.
My grip tightens on the handlebars, and I bite my lip to keep in the whimper that threatens to escape me at his touch. He’s gently tracing my skin, teasing, traveling higher, but it’s sendingjolts of electricity from each point of contact, and they ricochet through me like bolts of lightning.
“Dare,” I reply, because I know that’s what he wants me to say and admittedly, I’m curious as to what it will be. I’m rewarded with another devastatingly beautiful smile.
“I dare you not to scream when you come on my fingers in the next five minutes.”
I can’t help but gape at him.Five minutes?My entire adult life, and he thinks he can change that in five fucking minutes?
Rí’s fingers finally skim the edge of my underwear and I tremble. He takes the fabric between his two large hands and, without warning, violently tears through it and…oh, fuck.
Yep, there is definitely something broken in me because why did that make my stomach flip in ways I want to feel again?
The breeze picks up and the brush of cool air reminds me that I’m bare, stretched out, legs spread wide and wrapped around him. With no way to close them.
I expect him to touch me, but instead he leans forward and somethinghardpresses into my most sensitive area. My breath hitches as he leans over me, his hand closing around mine, tightening the grip I hadn’t realized I’d let go slack.
With his hand still covering mine, he twists, revving the bike under us and oh, lord?—
My nerves are already alight, and the vibrations set off by the engine tease an already insatiable ache, stirring up a heat, aneedI can’t ignore.
Rí chuckles darkly, all too aware of what he’s done. He keeps one hand on mine and the throttle, while reaching down with the other, running his fingers down my slit. I blush when we both realize how wet I already am for him.
His fingers pull away and my hips chase after them, starving for more of his touch, watching him bring his fingers to his mouth.
Tasting them.
Tastingme.
Smirking, he brings them back down, drawing small, lazy circles around the most sensitive part of me, all while throttling the bike, the vibration stoking the spark he’s lit, fanning the heat—the flames as they slowly build into something all-consuming.
He increases his pace slowly and increases the pressure, all while staring deeply into my eyes, not looking at what his hands are doing, but rather looking right at me.
I bite my lip, holding in a whimper, and watch his eyes drop.
His thumb keeps up the relentless circles, while he slips a finger inside of me.
