With my back facing the restaurant, I glance at the empty highway, then lift the base of my sweater all the way to my neck. Cold air rushes over my cleavage, but all I feel is the heat pouring from Dylan’s gaze as his eyes run over the bare skin bulging from my lacy white bra.
“Fuck,Jade,” he says in a gravelly breath as I drop my shirt back down, feeling victorious but trembling all over.
“So, are you gonna take me for that ride?” I ask.
Every sentence now feels laced with innuendo, and the situation isn’t helped when Dylan hands me the spare helmet before bringing his lips close to my ear again. “I could ride with youall night long,” he says, and heat pools between my legs, making my thighs press together.
Dylan climbs onto the bike and waits for me to slide in behind him, my thighs clinging tightly to his and my fingers lacing over his taut stomach.
He kick-starts the bike, and we zoom off the main highway and up through the forest-lined, winding roads of the state park. Adrenaline blazes through me as the bike tilts and accelerates, a smile fused to my cheeks, and my body wrapped around Dylan’s to keep warm. After what feels like the most exhilarating hour of my life, he pulls over near the exit leading to the town, his gloved hand landing on my thigh.
We lift our visors, and he twists around, my gaze drinking in his gleaming blue eyes. “How are you doing back there?” he asks, his voice a little muffled by the helmet.
“I’m good. That was awesome.”
I can’t see his mouth, but I can tell he’s smiling. “You want me to take you home?”
“Not unless you want to.”
His thumb strokes back and forth over my thigh. “Not at all.”
I have no idea what to propose other than the dreaded Rocking Horse. I could invite Dylan over to my place to hang out, but that could sound like I’m propositioning him. Plus, I’ve got nothing in my cupboards except rice crackers and ramen. Unless…
“Why don’t you show me that secret project you’ve been working on at your apartment?” I suggest nervously. “Have I beenniceenough to see it?”
His eyes move back and forth between my own before he glances away with a deep inhale. We both know that going to his apartment is just as risky as him coming to my place. But the offer’s now been made, and I decide not to take it back. Iwantto see what he’s been working on.
Dylan catches the base of my helmet between his fingers like he’s giving my chin an affectionate squeeze. “You’ve been more than nice.”
“Okay then,” I say a little breathlessly. “Show me what you’ve been cooking up in that mystery lab.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He twists back around, flips his visor down, and covers one of my hands with his. His gloved fingers thread through mine, and I give his hand a light squeeze before the bike rumbles back to life, and he has to let go.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
DYLAN
I throwmy keys and wallet onto the counter before kicking off my boots. The whole ride back to town was torture with a capital T. I deserve a medal for keeping focused on the road instead of the way Jade’s warm body was glued to the back of mine.
The last thing I expected from tonight was to bring her back to my place, but the idea of appeasing her curiosity about what I’ve been working on was too good to pass up. Plus, I’m not ready to say goodnight. Dinner was amazing; I loved every minute of getting to know the woman Jade has grown up to become. The eyeful of her chest she gifted me after dessert wasn’t so bad either. Turns out that Jade has a bit of a wild side, and I am totally here for it.
She unzips her high boots and sets them next to mine. When her eyes snag on the black revolving door leading to the second bedroom, which I had installed to keep out the light, her head tilts, and those honeyed waves slip off her shoulders. “It’s a kinky sex dungeon, isn’t it.”
I almost laugh but manage to keep my composure as I step inside the door, give her my best “It-could-be-a-kinky-sex-dungeon” smile, and say, “Want to find out?”
And fuck if it doesn’t feel good when she files through the tight space beside me without hesitation. Her soft hair tickles my chin, her light vanilla scent wrapping around my nose. Our chests brush when we both exhale at the same time.This woman’s gonna be the death of me.
I rotate the door until we’re encased in total darkness and chemical-laced air assaults my senses.
Jade’s soft breath dances across the side of my neck. “This doesn’t smell like a sex dungeon.”
“How would you know?”
She chuckles. “I guess I should’ve said this doesn’t smell likemysex dungeon.”
Great. Now all I can think about is Jade in a leather thong, black stilettos, and nipple clamps with a whip in her hand. Ignoring the rush of blood down south, I slide my hand along the smooth wall to the light switch and give it a flick. The safety bulb coating the room in a blood-red glow doesn’t help with the whole “sex dungeon” fantasy either.
