Holy fuck.I suppressed the shiver that raced down my spine.One mostly innocent touch from this sweet, little bookworm, and I was about to cum in my goddamn jeans.
She seemed completely oblivious to the effect she had on me as she gracefully climbed onto the back of my bike.She moved effortlessly, like she was made to sit right there, her thighs cradling my hips and her small hands gripping onto my waist.
Unable to help myself, I covered her hands with mine.Her skin was so damn soft under my callused palms.I wanted to feel those hands on other parts of my body so badly I was ready to beg.
“Hold on tight, darlin’.”That was the only warning I gave her before lifting the kickstand, letting off the clutch, and engaging the throttle.We rolled out of the parking lot, and she managed to keep her balance.She held on tighter, sitting stiffly behind me as I navigated the turn onto the main road.I kept the speed slow, only increasing as she started to loosen up behind me.
The fingers that had been gripping my shirt in fear relaxed.They splayed wider on my waist, moving under the thick leather of my vest until they rested lower and right above the top of my jeans.Her thighs stopped squeezing so hard, and she shifted forward ever so slightly, moving her head so she could see a little more of the road.
Deciding she was ready for the full ride experience, I opened up the throttle, shifting gears until we were flying down the highway.She started to shake behind me.For a split-second, I thought she was panicking.
No, she was laughing.
She was having the time of her life.She was giddy, just absolutely losing it in the most honest and raw way I had ever seen.
Shit, she’s trouble.
She’s dangerous.
I could already feel my cold heart thawing as she giggled behind me.She was making me feel things I hadn’t since I was a teenager, lovesick over Karina Gutierrez who thought I was lower than shit on the bottom of her dainty white tennis shoes.
I felt hope.
And that was the worst thing possible for a man like me.
Melissa clutched onto me and placed her cheek against my back.The sensation of her innocent, gentle touch rocked me right to the core.
Oh, I’m fucked.
Chapter three
Melissa
Myhousecameintoview, and I felt suddenly so sad.The elation of my first motorcycle ride faded with the ugly reality that loomed ahead of us.I clung to Shane’s waist and inhaled the scent of leather and the cheap Irish Spring soap he used.I fought the urge to bury my nose against his tanned neck, to breathe him in and saturate my lungs.
Girl, calm the fuck down.
My heart raced like I had just finished one of Nataly’s workout circuits.My thighs quivered from holding onto his hips and maintaining my balance.I tried to blame the heat between my legs on the bike engine burning fuel beneath us, but it was all him.
What the hell is this man doing to me?
I knew exactly what I wanted him to do to me.Nasty, filthy, wild things.Rough, hard, dirty things.
He pulled into my driveway and killed the engine.My raging lust died with the purr of the machine between my legs.For a moment, I sat there, feeling strangely bereft.It wasn’t until Shane reached back and patted my thigh that I finally moved.
I stood next to the bike while he dismounted.He loomed over me, and I felt a little thrill as his big fingers unbuckled the helmet clasp under my chin.He removed the helmet and then combed his fingers through my hair, smoothing it back into place as if he’d done it a million times.The intimate gesture sent another wave of need through my core.I wanted him to touch me again so badly.
“What happened there?”His brow furrowed at the sight of the hole in my lawn and the broken wooden post next to it.
“Oh, my library fell over,” I said, experiencing a fresh wave of sadness and frustration.
“Fell over?”he repeated with disbelief.“Looks like someone took a damn winch to it and hauled it right out of the ground.”He glanced around my street, and he scowled when he noticed the ridiculously kitted-out Jeep a few houses down the road.“Your neighbors have a problem with free books?”
“It’s really complicated.”What wasn’t complicated was how hot it was that he was defending books and reading.Between saving me during the fight, bringing me home when I was stranded and now being outraged on my behalf over my library, he was quickly working his way into my heart.
“Doubt it,” he muttered unhappily and glared at Wilma and Garth’s place.
“Do you want to come in for a drink?Or something to eat?”I glanced at my watch and saw that it was ten.“I planned to have a late dinner after drinking.You could join me?As payment for the ride home?”
