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Switching gears, he slowed down as he approached the turn for the little road he and Luke had carved out in all their years of going there. He turned and made his way to the end, putting down the kickstand and shutting the engine off. Holding it steady until Lily was clear, he stood and took his helmet off, setting it on the seat.
The moment she had hers off, he yanked her to him and covered her mouth with his. She gasped, and he heard the helmet fall to the ground as she went up on tiptoe, winding her arms around his neck as she kissed him back.
His blood instantly felt like it was boiling as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened and he swept inside, their tongues tangling and dueling with each other. Pulling back, he nipped her bottom lip and then angled his head the other way, inching one hand between them to tug at the zipper of her jacket.
Once he had it open, he eased his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast, groaning as her hips arched into his. His body had begun responding to her the moment he kissed her, but his erection was already almost painfully hard as she ground her lower body against his.
He broke the kiss, sliding his lips across her cheek to her ear, nipping it and smiling when she shuddered against him. Lowering his hand, he popped the button of her jeans open and pushed his hand inside, groaning again when he found her already wet. He fucking loved that he could make her wet with a kiss.
Licking and nipping his way down her neck, he slid his fingers inside her folds, instantly finding her swollen clit. Her hips jerked against his hand as he circled her slowly, then picked up speed before switching directions and slowing down again.
“Noah, you’re killing me,” she breathed, her head falling back to give his mouth better access to her neck.
He didn’t change his pattern, though. He wanted to drive her crazy, and it looked like he was on the right track. It went on like that for long moments, and then he felt her try to move her hand between them, like she was about to return the favor for him.
But he couldn’t let that happen. If she touched him, he’d go off like a rocket on the Fourth of July, and this wasn’t about him. It was all about her, her pleasure, and getting her mind off her work for as long as he could.
He begun making faster, tighter circles, smiling against her neck as her hands faltered, and then he pressed down directly on her
clit, rubbing firmly, at the same time he bit her neck gently, tugging at the tendon.
Moaning, she jerked against him, and as she got louder, he covered her mouth with his again, swallowing the sound. He was pretty sure no one was around for miles to hear, but there was no need to take any chances. He never let his fingers ease up, following her through her orgasm, drawing it out as she shuddered against him.
When she jerked at his next pass, he finally stopped, knowing she was too sensitive. She buried her face against his chest as she panted, and satisfaction filled him. Even if her break hadn’t lasted as long as he wanted, he knew he’d at least alleviated the tension she had built up.
She finally eased back, her hands going to the button of his jeans again, and he grabbed her hands as he shook his head. Her eyes shot to his and he arched his eyebrow.
“Look around,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “There’s no where to even sit besides that rock, and that won’t work. Besides, there’s no need. This was just for you.”
“There’s no just me, Noah. If I get off, you get off, too. Besides, I need to feel you inside me. So, if you really want it to be all about me, you’ll help me figure out a way.” Her eyes narrowed as she glanced around them, and then a speculative gleam appeared in the blue depths as her gaze fell on his bike.
He immediately shook his head. “Nope. The only way I can see that working is if you straddle me. And that’s something I’ve never done. I don’t want to lose balance and see you crash to the ground.”
Backing away, she shook her head at him as she toed her boots off. “Come on, Noah. Where’s your sense of adventure?”
He swallowed hard, not able to find his voice as she kicked her jeans off. The sight of her standing next to his bike, naked from the waist down, wearing a Blood and Bone Enforcers MC jacket, simultaneously made his heart swell and his dick jerk, and he reached down to adjust it, hissing out a breath. Her hair was still in her braid, but tendrils had fallen out around her face, and she was biting her lower lip, watching him from underneath her long eyelashes.
Debating, he glanced from her to his bike, and then finally bent to unlace his boots. Lily made a noise of triumph and he couldn’t hold back his smile. Hell, having sex with her on his bike had been a top fantasy since he saw her standing next to it the day they left for Idaho. And who was he to deny her something she wanted?
He’d keep that damn motorcycle steady if it was the last thing he did.
It helped that they’d slept together a couple times already. It would never get old, he didn’t think—it would always have the power to steal his breath. But if they’d tried this the first time, it would have been a disaster. It had been longer than he cared to admit since he had sex, and making love to Lily was on a whole other level. It was bone meltingly amazing, and if this happened the first time, he wouldn’t have managed to keep the bike steady, because the feel of her hot walls sucking him in—
Fuck. He had to stop thinking about it or he was going to come before he could even get his pants off.
He eased the zipper past his painfully erect cock and then quickly pushed his jeans and boxers off. Walking over, he wrapped her braid around his wrist and tugged her head back gently as he leaned in to kiss her.
When he pulled back, her blue eyes were dazed as she swallowed hard. “That was so fucking hot.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “The kiss?”
Reaching up, she touched her fingers to the hand he still had on her braid. “That. You know, I never knew I liked it rough, but that just made me think maybe I would.”
He choked on air, sputtering and coughing as his dick jerked. Fuck, that image was hot as hell, and one day, maybe he’d see if he could get a little rough—but for now, he was sticking to tugging on her braid.
Kissing her again, he nipped her lower lip, a little harder than he usually did, smirking inside when she moaned. Turning, he sat on the far edge of his seat and planted his bare feet on the warm rocks under his feet. They were going to get torn up, but it would be so fucking worth it, he already knew.
Besides, leaving his shoes and pants on meant his zipper could scrape her, since he couldn’t tug the jeans down very far, and he’d much rather it be him who got scraped up.
