“Thank you for the ride. I can see why girls love being on the back of bikes.”
“It’s called backpacks,” I smile.
“Backpacks?” She grins, and the dimples appear. I’ve grown very fond of making them come out as much as I can. “I like that. Well, thank you for letting me be your backpack for the night.”
“You’ve been my only backpack,” I admit softly. I see the surprise in her eyes, and I hope that means something to her because it sure as hell means a lot to me. Several girls have tried to get a ride before, but my bike is special to me. It’s not something I want to share with just anybody. I was waiting for the right person to share it with.
“I’m the first girl to be on yourbike?”
“Yeah, you were,” I smile.
“But the extra helmet? I thought you carried it with you in case, you know, you took a girl home.”
“The extra helmet is Sophia’s, my sister-in-law. I borrowed it for our date in case, you know, I got to take you home.” I grin as she struggles with that bit of information. “Don’t look so shocked. I have a pretty wild past, yes, but I was single and having fun. Some things, though, are worth saving for the right girl.”
“What else are you saving?” Her question surprises me, but I’m glad she’s opening up more and curious enough to ask it.
“I guess you’ll have to keep me around to find out,” I grin. This pretend friends-only game we have going could be a lot of fun. I’ll look at it as very long foreplay because I know it’s only a matter of time before the sexual tension between us comes to a head again. Being with her tonight did nothing to dampen it. If anything, it made the need ten times worse because I know what it feels like now.
“Hmm,” she says, biting her lip in concentration. She looks so damn sexy with her face still flushed from the ride and her hair a mess from being in my bed. Without thinking, I reach my hand out and release her lip, wishing it were my teeth instead. I spot the mark on her neck, and my dick twitches at the sight. I trace the dark purple color from me sucking her flesh. I knew it would leave a mark, and I wanted to.
Her hand goes up and touches the spot my finger is on.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” she frowns. “I’m going to have to wear makeup for days to cover that up.”
“Oryou could leave it as is and let people wonder who the lucky bastard is that got to put it there.”
“You got the bastard part right,” she bites back a grin.
“And I thought I was the funny one,” I smirk.
“I guess you are rubbing off on me.” She reachesinto her small purse that was crossed over her chest for the ride and takes out her keys. “Thanks again for the ride and for…everything else.”
“Everything else?” I ask, wanting to hear her say it.
“You know what I’m talking about,” she rolls her eyes, and I hold back a grin.
“No…No, I don’t think I do. You are going to have to tell me.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I fold my arms across my chest, waiting for my answer.
“The sex, okay. You definitely have skills that put my vibrator to shame. Feel better?”
“I do, yes,” I grin.
She shakes her head and softly laughs. Turning, she gets in the jeep and shuts the door, rolling down the window. “You do know that you are like a grown child most of the time?”
I walk up to the window and put my hand on the top of the door as I peer in.
“I think you love my inner child when he wants to come out and play.”
“He is charming, I’ll admit.” She starts the engine and looks back at me. “A little too charming for his own good.”
“No such thing,” I shake my head. “And Olivia?”
“Yes?” Her light green eyes hold mine.
“Just for the record. You definitely have skills too, and put everything else to shame.” I back up and grin as I put my helmet on.
