Page 46 of Pining for Pierce

He pulls away and waits while I stand, and although I don’t mean to, my eyes are naturally drawn to the bulge in the front of his jeans. As he stands up, I can’t stop staring, surprised by how enormous it is. It looks uncomfortable, the fabric straining, but before I can say anything, Pierce coughs, and I jump, my eyes darting to his, surprised by the grin on his lips.

“Sorry,” I murmur, as he reaches out and pulls me close.

“Don’t apologize, babe. I like you looking.”

“Does it hurt?”

He smiles. “It would be a lot more comfortable if I wasn’t wearing jeans… or anything else, for that matter, but that’s kinda my problem.”

I’d like to make it mine, but again, I can’t think how to put that into words, and before I can work it out, he leans in and kisses my forehead, then bends and picks up our jackets, handing me mine. We both put them on, although neither ofus does them up, and he takes my hand, leading me back to the bike.

When we get there, he climbs on and I give him a moment to get comfortable, reaching for his shoulder just as he grabs me around the waist and lifts me up, sitting me down on the tank, with my legs astride it, facing him.

“I’m the wrong way around,” I say, smiling up at him.

“Not necessarily.” He shakes his head, his eyes grazing over me as he reaches around behind me and pulls me closer, off of the tank and into the narrow space on the seat in front of him. I’m on his lap, his arousal pressing into me again, and I squirm slightly, enjoying the intimacy as he leans forward and kisses my neck. “I thought you were doing strange things to me before,” he whispers, his breath soft against my skin, making me shudder. “But this…” He lets his lips touch mine, and out of sheer desperation for him, I raise my legs, wrapping them around him. He moans my name into my mouth, the heat in my body so unbearable, I have to pull back. I can’t take anymore, and I gaze into his eyes as I lie down across the tank.

My jacket falls open and Pierce takes a moment, his eyes wandering, his breathing labored as he licks his lips, then brings his hand up, letting it roam down my side, from just beneath my breast, to my hip. I arch my back, struggling to get used to all the things he’s doing, and how they make me feel when he brings his hand back up again, only this time he lets it glide up the center of my body, his fingers trailing between my breasts and up to my neck. I’m beside myself with need, my body shuddering, and although I have no way of telling him that, I think he knows. At least, I hope he does.

“You look so hot,” he says, shaking his head as he pulls me up into his arms, his lips meeting mine. This kiss is so much more… so much harder, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, building a relentless rhythm that makes me moan andwrithe against him in anticipation of what’s to come. I move my hands behind him, inside his jacket, letting them wander up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex to my touch. I can barely breathe, barely think, and I’m about to ask him to stop, just so I can get my bearings, when he does just that, breathing hard himself and staring into my eyes. “Did you really not know I was talking about you yesterday, when I was explaining about the woman of my dreams?”

“No… and it hurt so much.” His face falls, and I decide to be honest with him. “I cried myself to sleep last night.”

“Oh, Harley,” he whispers, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry. If I’d known you felt the way you do, I’d have done things differently.”

I bring my hands up between us, resting them on his chest. “I’m not sure I’d have wanted you to.”

“Why? I didn’t wanna hurt you.”

“I know. But I like this.”

“You do?” he says, smiling.

“Yes. It’s romantic.”

He nods. “Yeah, it is. Although looking at those clouds behind you, it won’t be romantic for very long.”

I turn my head, looking over my shoulder at the dark clouds gathering on the horizon, before I return my gaze to him. “I’m sure we can be romantic without the bike, and the creek, and what ought to be a sunset, but looks more like a storm.”

“I’m sure we can,” he says.

“I could make us something to eat, if you like?”

“That sounds perfect.”

He sits me back on the tank, zipping up my jacket, before he kisses me again, keeping it brief this time, and then lifts me up and off of the bike. Then he twists in his seat, unlocking my helmet and handing it to me before getting his own. He checksI’ve got mine on properly before pulling his on, and then I hear his voice… “Are the comms working for you?”

I nod my head, reaching for his shoulder and climbing up behind him. The clouds are darkening and I lower my visor. “Do you think we’ll get home before it rains?” I say.

“We’ll do our best.” He starts the engine and then says, “Hold on tight.” I put my arms around him, smiling when he reaches back and pulls me closer, just like he did before, and then he raises the kickstand, and gets us underway.

He takes it slow to start with, negotiating the track back to the main road, but once we’re on asphalt again, he speeds up. The clouds are behind us, but it doesn’t take long for the sky to darken.

“It feels like night,” I say and he nods his head, concentrating on getting us home, I think.

The headlamp has come on automatically, which tells us everything we need to know, and we’re still a couple of miles outside of Hart’s Creek when I feel the first drop of rain.

“Shit,” Pierce says, before adding, “Sorry.”

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