My inner only child makes its entrance with my pouting. He chuckles and walks behind me. His hands cling onto me, grazing me right under my breasts and lifting up my shirt slightly as he heaves me the rest of the way onto the bike. I forgot how strong he is.
My desire for him heightens at the intimate touch, my whole body tingling. I suck both lips in, hiding my grin.
My feet swing back and forth, making me realize how high up it is when you’re on the back of a bike. It doesn’t seem that high until you’re on it and the seat leans forward a bit to push you into the driver. The leatherfrom the seat’s cold and the shape’s more uncomfortable than I expected.
He takes my brand-new helmet from me and sits it on the workbench.
“Why’d you take my helmet? I’m going to need it on our ride.”
“Because we’re not going on a ride today, Char. It was literally just raining. You never ride in the rain or when the road’s wet. It’s too easy to crash in these conditions. I’m only allowing you to backpack in perfect conditions, so I know you’re safe.”
I pout and slide up the seat as I scootch to the front of the bike, putting my hands on the handlebars. The main seat is much more comfortable.
I understand where he’s coming from, but I’m still disappointed.
“As soon as it’s clear out and the road’s dry, I promise I’ll take you out for a ride. Okay?”
I nod and rub my hands along the sleek bright red plastic of the bike. It’s so smooth and clean; I can’t help it. He watches me intently and then looks me dead in the face, his eyes shifting back to their mischievous aura.
“Man, I wish I was my bike right now,” he says quietly with a smirk.
“Huh?” Then his words hit me. My mouth goes dry, my brain glitching from the direct implication.
He wishes my hands were running over him? I stop and move them to rest on my lap as my breath hitches, my mouth parting slightly as I try to gain my bearings.
He smiles at the realization on my face, licking his lips and flicking his tongue off the bottom one briefly. We lock eyes again but right when he takes a step toward me his dad walks in.
“Ben, I need help moving the last of the equipment out of the barn so we can put up the rest of the tables for food since it’s supposed to start raining again tonight.”
Damn his parents.
“Sure thing, Pop. Be there in a second.”
Koa, realizing I’m here, beams at me and waves.
“Ah, I see you gave sparkplug her new helmet! She must be excited since she’s already on the bike. But you’re not going now, are ya?”
“Nope, too wet out. I know the rules, Dad. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we’re safe when we do go out, but yes, she iswaytoo excited. I’m probably going to have to pry her off that bike to even go to the party.”
I grin at them both and stick my tongue out at Ben. I love this family so much.
“Careful. Your face might get stuck like that,” Koa chuckles, winking.
I stick my tongue out at him next and cross my eyes. He laughs and slaps his hand on the barn door.
“Alright I’ll be in the west barn waiting on ya. Don’t take too long.”
As soon as he’s gone, a strong hand grips my waist, and another hand lands under my chin pulling me upwards. Ben’s face no longer shows humor, only a longing intensity.
I don’t know if I’m breathless because I forgot to breathe or because of the desire in his smoldering expression. He nips me on the nose with his teeth, making me scrunch it, then dips down, pressing his lips gently on mine, pulling my body as much he can toward his.
My arms lay slack at my sides, my body completely frozen. I don’t know what to do with my arms or my body. I’m in complete shock…and ecstasy. My body’s on absolute fire, a burning desire quickly filling me up for him everywhere.
The world falls silent, my inner soul drawing a blank as I’m all consumed by this moment. I can’t think. All I can do is stay still and let him lead.
He lingers on my lips for a second more before pulling back just enough to exchange glances and then crashes his mouth onto mine more intensely. He’s as breathless as me. I watch him lean into me, eyes closed, his brows furrowing like it’s almost painful.
He’s so handsome and vulnerable. If I could frame that facial expression and look at it forever, I’d be happy. I sling my arms around his waist and wrap his shirt in my fists, embracing him back.
