“There’s this intense energy I feel when I’m near you,” she murmured. “It’s crazy.”
He smiled—a quick flash of intoxicating charm that had her pulse racing—before pulling a leather jacket off the wall and helping her into it. As he shouldered into his, she eyed his well-developed pecs and delts pressing against his fitted shirt.
Mygod, he’s hot.
He flicked on the helmet’s mics, handed her the smaller one. “Been on a motorcycle before?” he asked.
“I own one, but youcannottell my dad. He’d totally freak out.”
That made him smile. “A sexy, badass babe.” After pulling on the helmet, he added, “Your secret is safe with me, darlin’.”
She pulled on her helmet.
“You wanna takemefor a ride?” His deep, throaty voice rumbled through the mic, turning her insides to liquid.
Hell, yeah, to the effin’ moon.
She eyed the sleek, black Norton Commando. “That’s more bike than I can handle.”
Rebel ran his fingers over the gas tank and Brit wished he was caressing her naked body while she rode him hard and fast, his cock nestled deep inside her.
“She’s fast, so hold on tight,” he said, plucking her from her delicious thoughts.
No problem, there.
He tapped the garage door opener, rolled the bike into the driveway, pressed the start button. The engine roared to life. She hung back so he could familiarize himself with everything, but, in truth, she just wanted to gawk.
She fished out her phone, snapped a quick photo of him. He flicked his attention to her, the intensity of his gaze halting her breath.
He motioned for her to climb on. After she did, he said, “I’ll take a selfie so you don’t have to sneak pics of me.”
“I did not?—”
“Yeah, right.” He took her phone, held it out. She snaked her arms around him and smiled. While the full-face helmet covered her mouth, she still smiled. How could she not? This holiday was turning out to be way more exciting than she could ever have imagined.
After he snapped a few pics, she slipped her phone into her crossbody.
“Let’s ride,” he said before rolling down the quiet residential street.
The cold November air smacked against Brit’s cheeks and her eyes watered, but she loved the chill. Rebel rode slowly through the neighborhood, then picked up speed once they hit the main road. She closed her eyes and relaxed into him. All man, all muscle, and for the next few minutes, all hers.
Yum.
Though the bargain holiday shoppers were out, the Northern Virginia traffic was lighter than normal. He turned onto a side street and she leaned into the curve, tightening her grip around him.
Touch him.
A smile lifted the corners of her mouth.
Never one to distract a motorcyclist, she resisted the urge to slip her hands inside his jacket and press her fingers against his abs. What she really wanted was to touchhim, not his clothes, but she’d take what she could get.
As she was about to make her move, he wrapped his large hand around her outer thigh. Shocks of electricity spikedthrough her. One gentle squeeze before he regripped the handlebar.
His sensual touch sent her rocketing to the moon. He wasn’t just checking out the bike to see if he wanted it, he was letting her know he was thinking about her.
I love that.
At a red light, she slipped her hand inside his partly zipped jacket and pressed her palm against his abs. Another jolt shot through her. Beautifully striated muscles waited beneath the soft fabric of his fitted shirt. Feeling lightheaded from the rush, she returned her hand around his waist.
