He managed to strip out of his jacket and wrap her in it before getting his spare helmet out of the saddle bag, but he couldn’t manage to get a word out of her.
Her trembling had stopped, but the occasional sob still jerked her body and each one broke his heart a little more.
She was normally so tough and independent, never taking shit from anyone. He’d only seen her this distressed once before and his actions had made that situation worse. There was no way he’d fuck this night up too.
He kept her close as he straddled the bike. Helping her on behind he had to scrunch up her dress so she could swing her leg over the seat.
Any fears he had about her being able to hold on were instantly squashed when she plastered herself to his back and wrapped her arms around him in a choking grip.
Turning the key, he revved the engine and, putting the bike in gear, eased off the clutch and slowly pulled away from the curb.
He took the ride home slower than the race to reach her. He knew her legs were cold but he couldn’t do anything about it.
If he’d been thinking clearly when he’d left the house he’d have taken the car, but he hadn’t been thinking of anything but getting to her as fast as possible and that meant the bike.
It seemed like hours before he turned onto their street, although it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. Pulling up next to the security box, he punched in the code and waited for the gates to open.
He’d left the garage door up so he drove straight in. Killing the engine he swung his leg over the handlebars and, never letting go of Vee, got off the bike.
He stood beside her as he removed their helmets. She leaned into him and he scooped her into his arms and headed into the house.
He took a second to check the alarm before taking the stairs to her room.
She’d moved into her old room.
The room he’d made love to her in.
The room he’d snuck out of in the early hours of the morning.
A shudder rippled through his body as he remembered the feel of her naked against him. Shaking off the memory he concentrated on getting her into her bathroom.
She needed to warm up and the quickest way to do that without them both getting naked was a warm shower.
He sat her on the closed toilet lid and made sure she was steady before he let go. Reaching in to the shower stall, he turned the water on and waited for the water to warm.
When steam rose from the glass enclosure, he returned to help her out of his jacket.
“Will you be okay to get in on your own?” he asked as he tugged a leather sleeve off her arm.
She nodded, but he wasn’t convinced. He also wasn’t man enough to help her any further without touching her.
He stepped back to give her room to stand. Her legs wobbled as she stood and turned her back to him. He watched as she struggled to lower the zipper on her dress.
With a groan, he reached for her again. Clenching his jaw, he fought the urge to touch her while he helped her strip bare.
Creamy white skin was revealed inch by inch as the fabric parted. From neck to ass, every ridge of her spine beckoned his lips.
Need arrowed through his groin, tightening his pants as it lengthened his cock.
Would she still taste the same?
If he didn’t leave the room now, he’d never resist the urge to find out the answer.
“I’ll wait outside.” He spun on his heel and exited the bathroom.
Her bedroom didn’t offer any respite from the burning desire sweeping though him, but he couldn’t go any farther.
He had to be close in case she needed him.
