The thought dissolves quicker than tissue on water as she suddenly breaks the kiss, and my mouth trails after hers without my permission.
Kate blinks her thick black lashes innocently as I watch. She rolls her strawberry lips in, bites down, and releases them with a shy smile.
“Sorry, I don’t know what got into me.” Her voice has a sexy, gravelly quality. “I’m not usually like this.”
Liar.
Shy women don’t kiss like that. Trust me. I have it on good authority. Kate’s dark eyes twinkle like she knows I already called her bluff.
“Likewise.” I shoot her a roguish smile, trying to slow my harried breathing.
She smiles back, seeming to enjoy this hot-and-bothered game of charades.
“Ready for the ride of your life tonight?” A flicker of surprise flits across her face, and I chuckle. “On my motorcycle, love. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
Kate rolls her eyes, though she lets out a husky laugh. “Okay,bike boy. Let’s get out of here.”
She slides off the seat, dusting her hands on the sides of her miniskirt like our makeout was all in a day’s work. I can’t help but watch the movement and try to forget the cherry-red underwear she has on beneath. The underwear I definitelydidn’tsee when she fell.
“Where do I sit?”
“Safety-first.” I open one of the motorcycle saddlebags I installed last month and take out the second helmet I keep on hand. It’s smaller than mine but fits most of the women I entertain.
I do have to saymost, because there was one girl I dated with an abnormally large head. Once I saw it, my mind morphed her into a bobble-head doll and I couldn’t unsee it. So that fling was flung quicker than others.
I ease the helmet over Kate’s hair and pull it down to her chin. She watches me intently through the open visor as I position it.
“How do I look?” Her voice is muffled.
With her pretty face concealed, all that’s left is her toned body. Kate is all bare limbs and soft curves in her tiny skirt and strapless top. I pull my eyes back to hers.
“Like I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.” It’s a line, and we both know it, but she smiles anyway.
“Well, lucky you then.” She goes to swing her leg over the seat.
“Hang on.” I fish around the opposite saddlebag and retrieve a worn leather jacket.
Since chivalry isn’t dead, or so I try to make it seem, I wrap the coat around Kate’s bare shoulders.
“Wouldn’t want you to get too chilly.” I wink.
She shamelessly lifts the collar to her nose and sniffs. “Chanel number five? Interesting choice, Mr. Roberts.”
I feel my face flush as the comment catches me off guard. Women don’t usually call me out so blatantly about my casual dating. My body runs like a space heater, so I haven’t touched that jacket in months. But the girl I took out last week did… What was her name? Jaylee? Bailey?
“I… like to keep things interesting,” I say.
“Likewise.” Kate is unperturbed as she threads her arms through the sleeves and climbs onto the small second seat I also installed. I try to memorize the mental picture of her atop my bike.
I slide across in front of her and pull on my helmet. I’m glad she can’t see my face when her bare thighs press into the sides of my jeans. I swallow but force charisma into my voice.
“Feel free to hang on as tight as you want,” I say.
Kate doesn’t respond, but her hands press against my abdomen in seconds. It’s like she’s got a mission to count each ab muscle.
“Where do you wanna go?”
Her sigh presses against my back. “Surprise me.”
