“I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. We are just going along the coast, and I’ll drive under the speed limit. Do you trust me?”
I search his eyes and feel a sense of calm wash over me.
“I trust you,” I whisper. “I don’t know why, but I trust you with this.” His eyes lock with mine, and he takes a step closer.
“There’s something I’ve been dying to do. We were rudely interrupted when I tried the first time, so I’m hoping I have better luck than I did before.” His hands come up and cup my face, and I sink into his touch.
Not wanting to waste a moment longer of this night I’ve given to myself, I stand up on tiptoes and meet him halfway. As soon as we make contact, it’s like a firework has been lit. Our mouths collide in a frenzy. His lips are soft and full as they move over mine. I feel the metal of his small ring, and my tongue comes out to swipe it before giving it a tug.
Moaning, he dives deeper, bringing our bodies flush together. I feel him hard against my stomach, and a deep throb between my legs has me whimpering his name.
“Fuck, that sounds good on you,” he rasps out against my lips before sucking my bottom one and releasing it with his teeth. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything remotely close to this, and I want more.
My hands find the hem of his t-shirt, and I skim my palms up his back, loving the feel of him beneath my hands. His kisses are demanding and possessive, making every inch of me want to be owned by him.
We finally break away, panting hard. He keeps a firm grip on the back of my neck as he presses his forehead to mine.
“That was worth the wait,” he says in a low voice. “You ready to get out of here?”
I nod my head against his. “I’m ready.”
He turns and grabs a black helmet from the back of the bike and straps me in before putting his on. He swings his leg over and holds out his hand, helping me onto the back.
“Just wrap your arms around me and hang on tight. Feel the bike underneath and move with it like it’s part of you.”
I scoot close so I’m up against him and hug him from behind like he said. His hand comes up and squeezes mine.
“Your place or mine?” He asks.
“Yours,” I say quickly, not wanting him to see evidence of toys in mine.
“My place it is.” He kicks the kickstand, and the engine roars to life. A thrill rushes through my body as I press closer to him. I can feel his body heat through the fabric and the touch of him still on my lips.
We take off down the road, and I’m grinning like an idiot. It’s so freeing to feel the wind against my body. It’s like I’m flying. His hand comes back and grips my thigh. He gives it a small squeeze before releasing me, and I know it’s his way of letting me know he’s got me.
Just one night, I remind my heart.
Just one night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
MILES
Her on my bike, with her body pressed up against me, feels like the best damn feeling in the world. She was made to be my backpack. Nothing has ever felt so right.
And all she wants is one night. One fucking night out of thousands left in this lifetime. I know she’s made up her own assumptions about me, and she’s not wrong. I have had more one-night stands than I can count, but I’m not a bad guy. I’m always honest with the girls, and they know exactly what they are going to get out of me. I don’t play games, and I don’t lead them on. I don’t see anything wrong with two consenting adults having a little fun.
I’ve never felt the desire for anything more. It’s not that I won’t do a committed relationship. It’s just that I haven’t found anyone I want to commit to. I never even believed in soul mates until Ryder met Eve at seventeen. He knew right away she was the one. Same with Travis and Jake. If I’m going to give my heart to someone, I need to feel that unmistakable soul connection that I know is out there.
I feel Olivia’s hand on my stomach, and it feels like my skinis on fire against the fabric. If she just wants one night, then I’m going to damn well make sure it’s the best night of her fucking life. There won’t be an ounce of her body that won’t be touched by me. I want her to feel me for days after and remember exactly what I can give her.
I turn onto my street and slow down as I approach my house. All the lights are off except for the soft glow of the porch light. Savi’s probably already sleeping since she has to be up early for work. I’m not going in the main house anyway because I have no plans of sharing her if Savi does come out of her bedroom. I’m not wasting this one night I’ve been given talking with my sister.
The garage door lifts as I park inside. Kicking the kickstand, I take Olivia’s hand and help her off before removing my helmet. Running a hand through my hair, I watch her do the same.
Her face is flushed, and I can see the excitement in her eyes. I love that she loves my bike.
“So…how was your first ride?” I swing my leg over and take the helmet from her.
