Worth the Risk(47)

Chapter 19


Stephen pulled her behind him out the gate, and she’d waved a hasty goodbye to Abby with what she imagined was a ridiculous smile on her face. They went around to his motorcycle parked at the curb and he fastened his helmet on her head. He slipped on his shirt, and cranked the motor. “Hold on.”

She did, because what else does a girl do when a man tells her to get on the back of his motorcycle? She hugged him tight enough that her breasts pressed against his muscled back. The motor vibrated between her legs and the ridges of his abs flexed under her hands. Exhilarating. Arousing. Hot.

But mostly it was being with Stephen. Just the two of them, the warmth of the sun, and the whipping wind as they flew down the highway. Wild and free. Like being on a horse, only a million times better because she wasn’t alone.

Too soon, they turned in to the gate and made their way through a tunnel of trees. They stopped in front of her porch under a sprinkle of sunlight, the sudden shade after the sun bringing chills to her skin. Stephen cut the motor, flipped the kickstand, and got off the bike. So large and capable. Skilled and in command.

She was about to ask him if they could do this again, but before she opened her mouth, he lifted the helmet from her head and dropped it on the ground, not once taking his eyes from hers. Like he couldn’t see anything else. Like there was nothing and no one else. Then he got on the bike again, facing her.

Her legs were spread on the hot leather seat, open to him as he was to her. It felt wicked, and dangerous. Big hands came down on her thighs, hot and heavy. He ran his palms over the fabric of her jeans, starting at her knees and moving upward. Then down, and up again, slowly from her knees to where her thigh met hip. And still his eyes held hers.

In a sudden move he gripped her legs just above the knee and pulled, sliding her along the seat until not even a breath separated them. So close she could barely breathe.

“Hannah.”

He spoke her name on a breath, making her insides dip and dive. Then, with their gazes still locked, he speared his fingers roughly into her hair and covered her mouth with his. It was a kiss so hot, so fierce, there was no room for anything else. No fear. No second thoughts. Without hesitation, her arms circled his neck, his back. Her fingers slid up and into his damp hair and she kissed him back with everything she had.

With one hand still tangled in her hair, the other moved seductively down her side, and an unfamiliar need rose inside her. Keeping her dazed with his kiss, his palm teased lower, stopping just short of the apex between her legs. Her body tightened and buzzed, warmed and melted.

He kept her guessing as to what he would do next, where he would touch her, how he would kiss her. Fast or slow. Gentle nips or deep strokes. He covered her bottom with both hands and brought their bodies fully together and held. Between two layers of denim, she felt him hard between her legs. Arousal crawled along every nerve ending and spread. He rubbed against her, rocked her against him. Trailed hot, openmouthed kisses down her neck until she was coming apart.

On a rumbled curse his mouth left hers and in two quick moves he had her off the bike. He carried her easily, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his boots knocking on the three wooden steps.

Hannah kissed her way over the salty skin of his neck and smiled at his muttered oaths while he fought to unlock the door. A second after he kicked it closed behind them, her back was against the solid wood. His hot mouth crushed down over hers.

Her fingers pulled at his hair. Their tongues mated and her greedy fingers found the edge of his T-shirt and slid under. Her skin was on fire under his lips and a liquid heat curled in her belly and lower as she ran her hands over his bare stomach and chest.

With a groan, he spun her away from the wall and in seconds she landed with a soft bounce on the couch. He stripped off his shirt and his mouth came back to hers in a scorching kiss.

Long fingers, hot and slightly rough, slipped under her shirt. Up and over her rib cage until he covered her through the thin satin of her bra. He stroked his thumb over her nipple as his lips traveled across her shoulder. She’d never felt anything like this. It felt so good, so…she didn’t know what, but she wanted more. She spread her fingers over the expanse of his chest and arms. Pulled at his shoulders and raised her hips.

“Slow down,” he whispered against her lips and took his time, cruising his mouth over her cheek, down her throat.

Her body was on fire, everything in her hot and alive. She was panting as he worked the buttons of her shirt, kissing each newly exposed inch as he went. Cool air brushed her skin damp from his mouth as he made his way down.

And then, even in her desire-induced haze, she remembered. “Wait.”