“We’re taking your bike?” I asked, surprised.
“Hop on,” he said flatly.
I climbed onto the motorcycle behind him and put my arms around his waist, leaning into his back as fired up the engine. The motorcycle roared to life, startling me. The noise of the engine rumbling beneath us was deafening. It was my first time on a motorcycle, so I clung to Gage for dear life.
I felt my body start to tense up with fear and apprehension as he walked us out of our parking spot. Then, the bike started moving, and I knew for sure I was going to fall off the back. I clenched my arms around his waist and closed my eyes. As excited as I had been at the prospect of riding with Gage, the openness of the motorcycle terrified me.
It was too much freedom. Too much open road.
Chapter 11
Gage
I was beginning to grow weary of Julia’s lack of progress with Dimitri. After letting her go off to bed, I sat down at my desk in the corner of the living room and started digging through my names and notes to see what other options I had to try to extract information from the stubborn ass Russian.
I knew we could torture him for information. Even if it didn’t work, it would have at least been satisfying; but even if it did work, we wouldn’t know because no one knew how to speak Russian. Except for good-girl Julia.
I was beginning to think she’d been right to begin with, that I should have found someone else in the city to help us translate what we got out of Dimitri. I certainly could have found someone else with more flexible morals who wouldn’t balk at more aggressive tactics like torture.
I smiled at the thought of finding a more open minded translator and relieving Julia of her responsibilities to the MC. That would give me the opportunity to actually pursue her. For now, I was stuck having to wait until we were finished with Dimitri to see if I still felt like trying to seduce her. I really didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself back from her.
Even knowing that she was sleeping in my bed while I was sitting out at my desk was stirring my desire for her. Even as I looked over the other names I’d gathered and my other contacts, I couldn’t shake the image of her petite, curvy body lying supine on my bed with the thin sheets draped over her, falling along the lines of her delicious curves.
She waited for me to come seduce her, to take her forcefully on my soft, clean sheets. I’d seen it in her eyes. She wasn’t letting on, but I could see the desire growing deep in her eyes like a fire. She lay on my bed alone with that desire, and I was sitting at my desk trying to find a way to relieve her of her duty so I could have her with no worries, no conflict of interest.
I stood and crumpled the piece of paper in my hand, dropping onto the floor and leaning against my desk. My desire for her was becoming unbearable. Every time I saw her, it grew. Every time I thought about her beautiful golden brown hair or her lively, inquisitive green eyes, my desire flared up within me.
I had to have her, I decided.
I turned away from my desk, ready to go into my room and take the beautiful, mousy professor lying in my bed, when I saw her standing in the hallway looking at me.
Her golden brown hair was down, hanging around her shoulders, and she wore a nightgown sheer enough that I could see she wore nothing underneath it. My desire sprang to life immediately, growing harder by the second for her, hungrier for her. I needed her body in my arms, underneath me, letting me penetrate deep inside her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and in the stillness of my apartment her voice sounded like it was right in my ear.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. If I said anything, I would tell her how much I wanted her. I would tell her that I wanted to please her and show her what she’d been missing all these years by burying herself in her work.
Now still didn’t seem like the right time.
She stepped towards me, almost floating across the living room like a ghost or an angel with her sheer nightgown flowing all around her. She suddenly stood in front of me, our bodies mere inches apart. My breath caught in my chest as my desire choked me.
“What are you doing?” she asked with such sweet curiosity that her voice only added to the unreal sense of what was happening.
“I’m, um, I’m working,” I told her, reaching behind my back and pushing the papers back into the corner of my desk.
She tried to glance around me to the desk.
“What are all those names?” she asked.
I really didn’t want to talk about work right now, or Dimitri. I wanted to talk about her, about Julia, and that divine body begging for my hands and lips to touch it through her nightgown.