Page 61 of Complete Me
“No one’s ever been on my bike but you.”
“How is that possible?”
“Like I said, it’s a big deal.”
I reach out, allowing myself to really touch him for the first time, running my fingers over the coarse hair of his beard, scratching my short nails into it. He leans into my touch, and flames lick at my feet, threatening to consume us both in the heat.
He moves quickly, gripping me tightly and hauling me into his lap. My legs are forced to spread around his meaty thighs so that I’m straddling him on the bike, just like we did when he saved me.
“Fuck the back of my bike, you belong right here, baby,” hepractically growls, his fingers dipping under the shirt at my back, connecting with my bare skin. Goosebumps break out across my body as electricity crackles through me. My skirt rides up, but he can’t see anything from this position. I get comfortable, wrapping my legs around his waist and resting my head against his chest. “That’s my girl.”
His hand moves down to my ass, holding me practically flush against him as his motorcycle roars to life under us. The vibrations hum through my body, and I brace myself for him to start moving. Instead, his face nuzzles into the side of my neck, lips pressing a light kiss behind my ear that sends chills through my body, despite the hot summer temperature outside.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, the rough hair of his beard rubbing against the soft spot of my neck. “Relax and trust me.”
And then we’re moving, the loud engine echoing around us as the tires pick up dirt and loose gravel from the driveway. I cling to him like my life depends on it, the wind hitting the back of my head as I snuggle into his body. I hear the metal cranking of gates being pushed open as Reid slows, and then we’re leaving the compound and on open roads, just the two of us.
After a while of silence, nothing but the wind rushing past us and the steady thrum of the engine vibrating through the thick leather seat, I start to relax and let go. The trees zip past us as Reid navigates through the narrow, winding backroads. I have no idea where we are, but I don’t care right now. All that matters is the two of us and the road ahead.
Every mile we travel, I can’t help but feel lighter, the weight of everything pressing down on me lifting on the breeze, taking with it the ability to haunt me any longer. Reid was right, being out here with nothing but the wind in your face, the roar of the bike, the empty road around us, it’s exactly what I needed.
This is healing.
I hesitantly slide my hands between us until I’m gripping the zipper of his leather jacket, sliding it all the way down, and pushing it open. My hands have a mind of their own as I slide them over his taut, muscular waist and grip him tightly. He feels so good under me, and I don’t want to let go. I feel the soft rumble of his groans as I daringly dip my fingers under his fitted T-shirt to touch his bare skin. He’s so warm, so soft and right. I can’t get close enough, no matter what I do. I want him. So badly.
Reid bends his head down, peppering a few kisses to the top of my head, making me melt further into him. I never want this to end. I lose myself to tracing over every defined ab, the light dusting of hair at his chest, his firm, sculpted pecs. Energy crackles through us, a live wire pulsing and electric, making my heart race, my core clench, desire racing through me.
After a while, Reid slows the bike down, pulling us over on the side of the road, nothing but the rustling of the trees around us. We’re hidden here, in the middle of nowhere, not having seen a car for miles and miles. I sit up, leaning backward on the front of his bike so that I can look at him. He’s so gorgeous. I’ve truly never seen a sexier man, and while I’ve always known this, the reasons I’ve fallen for him far exceed his ethereal beauty. It’s in how he treats everyone around him like they’re important, how unwaveringly selfless he is, it’s in how, when he looks at me, the world around us disappears.
Reid looks at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen, and it’s so hard to reconcile that expression and the side of him I know so well with everything I’ve learned about him in the last few days. I have so many unanswered questions, but I’m not ready to face any of them yet. Mostly because I don’t know if I care about any of it. I knowhim. Whether there are clearly two sides to his life or not, he is still Reid.
My legs straddle him on the bike, my hands moving up and down his taught waist, loving the feel of his hard muscles under my touch. His fingers gently trace the outline of my hair, his eyes tracking the movement before finally meeting mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Kinsey.”
My lips curve upward as I pull my bottom one between my teeth, trying to keep from smiling. His face softens slightly, but the fire behind his eyes can’t be missed. His eyes move over every inch of my face in a slow, invisible caress that I feel down to the marrow of my bones. There’s so much longing, so much desire behind those bright green eyes, that it’s nearly heartbreaking. He looks at me with so much want and reverence, like he’s hanging on the edge with barely contained hunger, and I know what I need more than anything. What we both need.
“You going to finally kiss me now?” I ask, done waiting for this man to finally make the move I’m so desperate for him to make. His lips turn up in a sexy-as-hell smirk.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m gonna kiss you now.”
I ready myself for his lips to finally meet my own, but instead, as I close them, he kisses one eyelid gently, then the other. Another slow, sweet kiss against my forehead, each cheek, and the tip of my nose. Then his fingers are gently tilting my head backward by my chin, those perfect, plush lips of his finally,finally, connecting with mine.
Lightning erupts from my body.
Kissing Reid is transcendent.
His tongue gently licks against my seam, requesting access. I open eagerly for him as he slips into my mouth, my tongue meeting his, feeling him out. The moment the connection is made, a deep, primal growl breaks free of him, turning my insides to molten lava.
His hands find my hips, pulling me flush against him, his thick cock bulging against my core, the only separation my thincotton panties and his denim jeans. I moan at the contact, wanting more of him. Wetness pools at my center, my hands gripping his arms tightly.
Our tongues tangle and caress, and it’s the most erotically charged, sweetly passionate kiss I’ve ever been given in my life. It’s the type of kiss that makes your heart fall hard and fast. The type where your soul soars, confident in the match it just found in another.
I’m ruined for everyone but him.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispers, voice gruff and gravelly as he kisses my jaw, his breath hot on my skin.
I confidently press my core against him in response. “I think I have an idea.”
