I tugged at his sleeve. “Stop a minute!” I shouted.
He hauled the bike over to the shoulder and into the grass. “What’s up, babe?” he asked, twisting to glance at me.
I removed the helmet, slipped off the bike—careful to avoid anything that might be hot—and strode into the tall grass beside the shoulder, stretching my muscles. “I just need a break.”
Which was true, as I was cramping and chafing from the unfamiliar position, and rattled numb from the vibration of the engine beneath me.
“First time on a bike can leave you a bit sore,” he conceded.
He still had the motor running, so I approached and twisted the key to turn it off. “Mind if we just…take a quick break?”
Baxter caught some note in my voice. “Yeah? What are you thinkin’, sweetheart?”
He put out the kickstand and swung off, standing in front of me, pressing his body up against mine, framing my face with his hands. I kissed him—god, did I kiss him. All I did was kiss at first, circling my arms around his neck and pressing up against him, but that was all it took. He hardened against my belly immediately, and kept hardening the longer I kissed him, more deeply with each second, kissing him until there was absolutely no doubt left as to how I felt.
When I finally broke away, he breathed out with a shudder. “Damn, Eva.”
“I needed that,” I said.
“Me too,” Bax rumbled. “Me fuckin’ too.”
“I’ve been so alone, I was going crazy.” I rubbed his chest, feeling his hard muscles under my hands, my libido a boiling cauldron inside me. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too, babe.”
Curiosity ruled me, for a moment. “You did?”
He chuckled. “No, babe, I did not so much as look at another person the last few weeks.” He laughed again, rubbing the side of my arm. “Shit, honey, I didn’t even find what you’d left for me until last night.”
“You didn’t?”
He shook his head. “I was too upset from missing you and hating that I’d let you leave to even think about that. Didn’t even touch myself the whole time.”
“But you saw the photos and videos last night, though?” I gazed up at him, letting myself sound every bit as breathy and sultry as I felt.
“Stopped for the night way out in the middle of nowhere, pitched a little tent, and camped out under the stars. Got lonely, thought about checkin’ my phone to distract myself.” His voice darkened to a sexy, thrilling purr. “Found your little cache of hotness.”
“And?”
“And babe…that shit wasincredible. The photos? Jesus, Eva. You could be a bikini model. Could also be a bikini model photographer. That shit was gold, man.” He shook his head in amazement. “Wicked hot. The nudes, though? Holy fuck, honey, I could look at every nude photograph ever taken, and those of you would be the hottest I’ve ever seen.”
“And the videos?” I prompted. “What did you think about those?”
“Can’t even, Eva,” he bit out, grinding against me. “Just thinkin’ about ’em is dangerous. Might pop, right in my fuckin’ pants, just thinkin’ about the one where you got yourself off.”
“I thought about that every single night,” I told him. “What I said in that video? About you, about what I wanted to do? I thought about that video every single night since I left you, thought about doing that stuff, and I came so hard so many times.”
He growled. “Jesus, really?”
“Really.” I lifted up and kissed him. “And now…” I let go and backed away a step.
“And now…what, Eva?” he asked, heated suspicion in his voice.
“And now I make that fantasy a reality.”
“Oh my good goddamn, Eva. You for real right now?”
“Hell yes, I’m for real,” I said. “Every last bit of it, I want to do it, right now, right here.”
