Page 13 of Come Ride With Me
This wasn’t a dream; she knew that for a fact.
A cool breeze blew. That bike’s engine had rumbled beneath her in such a smooth and tantalizing hum, it almost reminded her of the vibrator she still had packed in one of her suitcases. She recalled all the colors she’d seen during the ride, the hills, the houses, the sky. His jacket, his jeans. His scent.
There were too many details this time, too many visceral sensations and reactions for it not to be real. For him not to be approaching her again, after moving to store her helmet on the bike with his. And for her not to, again, gasp when his hands returned to her waist.
The question was on the tip of her tongue.What are you doing?But the words never came as he pulled her to him again. He lowered his head and she knew exactly what was coming next. Wanted it, needed it. So, she tilted her head up to meet him, parted her lips slightly just before he touched them with his. And let the warmth from that tentative connection soar through her.
That touch went from zero to one hundred in about two seconds. She’d barely taken another inhale before his tongue slid into her mouth and she released a welcoming moan at the breach. Soft, languid strokes of his tongue over hers had her arms slipping around his waist, her fingers grasping the back of his jacket. His fingers dug deeper into her as if he were willing them to go right through the material of her pants to her skin.
He tilted his head in one direction, urging hers to go in the other as his tongue went deeper into her mouth, so deep she felt like she was being consumed. Like he was drinking his fill of her and she was holding on to keep from drowning in the delicious onslaught of sensations. She’d never been kissed this completely before. Had never felt like this normal interaction could be so enticing and illicit at the same time. When she moaned again, he swallowed the sound, easing back only enough so that he could suck on her tongue now. Her eyes fluttered open and to her shock he was staring back at her, sucking her tongue and pressing her against his erection. He was watching her and she was feeling him. From his kiss to his stare, to the bulge in his pants, arousal swirled through her body like a building storm.
Nash
What the hell was he doing?
Um, kissing this attractive woman, rubbing his hands over her ass and getting the hardest erection he’d ever experienced. Mica was fine as fuck. It was as simple and as problematic as that. On the one hand, Nash wasn’t intimidated by a good-looking woman. To the contrary, he’d been fucking since he was fourteen and Icie, an eighteen-year-old had broken him in. She was Kel’s, the Ryders’ enforcer at the time, younger sister, so she’d been hanging around the compound just as much as Nash had. One night after a game of strip pool and way too many beers, he’d learned the intricacies of pleasing a girl. Of course, he’d quickly surpassed Icie’s tutelage alone and ever since then had moved on to as many women as his handsome tall for his age ass could get. Even when he’d been locked down, one of the higher-ups from the club who was also on the inside, had arranged for him to get his dick wet by a woman and not one of those muthafuckas that were twisted about who and what he was.
But Mica was different. For starters, she wasn’t even supposed to be on his radar in this way. She was the enemy, or at least her ass should be firmly in that category. Instead of those plump globes being in the palm of his hand, putting his shit on brick and making him want to rip those tidy little dress pants off her and fuck her right here in the bristling cold. He hadn’t done shit like that in a long time.
Not that he didn’t still love fuckin’. He was just older now and a lot of the reckless shit he used to do was in his past. After getting caught up in that mess that had taken his freedom, he moved with a lot more discretion now.
That’s exactly why he shouldn’t be touching her now, shouldn’t even be considering tasting her beyond this fire ass kiss she was so eagerly giving him. She was here on business with the shop, the place Nash hadn’t admitted to anyone that he’d hoped to own someday. Mica’s whole appearance in Destine was to either make or break one of the only things Nash had allowed himself to dream in a long ass time. And by way of that admission, she could very well be working against him.
So, considering those facts, he should drop his hands from her, pull his mouth away and take as many steps back from her as it would take to put his dick back on soft and get his head right.
But that’s not what he did.
Instead, he found his hands moving past her ass, to the back of her thighs, and before he could stop himself he was lifting her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding her pussy against his rigid arousal. It was a delicious torture and he groaned with the action. When Nash thought she would have finally come to her senses and pushed him away, she surprised him yet again. Mica wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck, her palms were flat against the back of his head, warmth spreading from that part of his body and down until it all rested in his groin.
He wanted her.
That was an understatement.
Nash wasn’t afraid to admit that, but he was almost positive taking her out in the open, in the middle of a chilly day was not going to go over well. She deserved more than that and he was normally the kind of guy who would give it to her. He also wasn’t normally this fuckin’ aroused by a woman with an accent who just might hold the power to kill part of his dream.
It was with those thoughts and heavy reluctance that he finally let her legs slide down until her feet were once again on the ground and pulled his lips away from hers. The back-up and take a breath, wasn’t a total success because instead of pulling totally away, Nash rested his forehead on hers as they both fought to catch their breath.
“Wow.”
She spoke first and Nash kept his eyes closed, his hands at his sides where he thought they would be safe from the need to touch her once more. He was wrong, the urge was even stronger now that he’d had a taste of her.
“Yeah,” he whispered.
“That was some ride,” she said and then she giggled.
Nash’s eyes opened immediately and Mica lifted a hand quickly to slap over her mouth in an effort to mute the sound, he suspected.
“On the bike or the kiss?” he asked.
When she hesitated, Nash gave in to his own yearnings and reached up to move her hand slowly away from her mouth.
“Both,” she quietly replied.
He smiled then because he’d never seen a woman blush so much and so damn prettily.
“I agree,” he told her.
She shivered then and Nash cursed. It was damn cold out here, especially to someone who wasn’t used to winters in Virginia. So, he cleared his throat and said, “How about some lunch? I know a really nice diner just a short ride from here.”
