Our bubble of quiet bursts when Anna insists we pose somewhere else. And I realize I’d stand on my head if that’s what Katie wants.
Luckily they both think heading to my bike is a good idea instead.
Chapter Six
Heavens, Skull is strong. It’s not hard to imagine him crushing bad people’s heads.
Weird thing is, I should be terrified.
But his arms feel safe.
The way he tucks me close as we walk toward his bike is protective. I’m only waking right now because I insisted that he let me down. Skull was ready to carry me again as if there’s no burden at all.
My legs do miss being around him. That’s so strange. It’s like he awakened some part of me.
“Put her on your bike, please.”
I notice the please from Anna. Maybe it’s because Skull looks even more dangerous after feeding me. Like he’s decided something and it involves death and mayhem.
“You want to sit on my ride?” he asks, catching my face with his rough, long fingers and tilting up my gaze.
With another blush heating my face, I whisper, “It would be my first time.”
And it feels like more of a confession than a conversation about a two-wheeled vehicle.
His pupils take over his blue eyes. A sly smile cocks up one side of his mouth and every inch of my body heats over how lethally sexy the man is.
No one… not a single man has ever made me feel this way.
“Yes, Skull,” I say, breathy. “Pose me on your bike.”
The words are barely out of my mouth and he’s lifting me, settling me over the seat. Backward. And he’s climbing on too, looping my legs around his hips.
“Like that!” Anna yips, circling the bike in a whirlwind of shutter clicks. “That’s incredible. For a biker you sure are good at posing.”
“This ain’t posing,” Skull’s gaze never shifts from mine. He’s smoldering, voice deep and smoky as he says, “This is a dry run.”
Oh my. I’m definitely not dry. And if my dress pushes any higher he will see the problem.
“Put your arms around him,” Anna suggests.
The way he freezes makes my pulse thud behind my ribs.
“Coming your way now.”
I didn’t say that.
The bulge in his pants triples in size.
“Yes you will,” he rumbles. And then his hands shift to my hips as my arms loop around his arms and I’m sitting right on this erection.
There’s a distinct possibility Anna’s camera is going to catch a spontaneous combustion in process.
He looks into my eyes. For a moment I let myself wonder what life would be like with a man like Skull.
It would never be boring. I’d never be afraid again. But that’s a fairytale and I’m not a princess…
“What’s wrong?” He demands, scowling fiercely down at me.
