Page 42 of The Belle and the Biker

"That's on a need-to-know basis."

I roll my eyes at him. "I hate it when you talk military."

"No, you don't. It turns you on." He turns his back on me, leaving me spluttering in outrage as he swings his leg over the seat.

CHAPTER14

Savannah

Even though I'veknown Crash since last July, worked with him at the bar, and had sex with him at least a hundred times (99 of them only in my head), I've never actually ridden with him. This is, in fact, my first time on a bike.

We're roaring down Interstate 74, through small towns and long stretches of highway, but I barely see the scenery. Holding on to this wall of muscle and feeling the massive vibration between my legs is enough to send me over the edge. I'm dangling on the precipice of an orgasm with no relief in sight.

It's like being strapped onto a giant vibrator. Every time we go over a bump, I moan aloud. And since I'm traveling with Crash, I doubt I'll get enough privacy to give myself that relief anytime soon.

I can't stop myself from squirming in my seat, and my arms are squeezing Crash's waist so tight I'm surprised I haven't cut off his circulation. I 100 percent understand the allure of being a biker chick now. If I were his girl, I'd demand daily rides on his…bike.

We've been on the road for several hours, and we're well into South Carolina before he finally pulls over at a rest stop. I slide off quickly. My entire body is screaming for relief, my nipples are so hard they could cut diamonds, and my legs are so wobbly I stagger.

Crash turns off the ignition and climbs off the bike, kicking the kickstand into place. His mouth is curled up in a smirk as his gaze drifts to my chest. "Enjoying the ride, were you?"

How dare he?

"That is not how you speak to a lady." I stalk off in the direction of the restrooms, following the signs. Crash matches my pace easily as I round the corner of the building.

"Have you met me?" he laughs. "That's exactly how I speak to ladies."

"For your information, I did not enjoy the ride in the slightest. It was very uncomfortable." But I can't look him in the eye when I say that.

"Is that a fact?" He moves so fast he's like a blur, and the next thing I know, he's pushed me up against the wall. He towers over me, his eyes blazing with danger.

My voice comes out in a croak. “I…well….”

"Is it? Do you hate holding on to me and feeling that big ole bike throbbing between your legs?" He strokes my cheek with his thumb. "Do you hate it when I touch you like this? Because I like touching you."

The thick bulge of his erection, straining against his jeans, presses into my stomach.

I try to answer, but my breath has been snatched.

"Tell me to stop." His voice rumbles up from his broad chest, impossibly sexy. "Tell me to back off. I will."

Tell him, tell him, tell him…

I'm a girl who's been told she could talk the ears off a mule. And yet, when I need it most, my voice box fails to work.

"I thought so." Roughly, he slides a finger under my chin and tips my head back. His soft lips claim mine, the silk of his beard tickling my face. His tongue probes my mouth, and I part my lips wider, drinking him in hungrily.

I should be pushing him away. Instead, I slide my arm around his waist and arch my back, shamelessly pressing my breasts against him.

He leads my tongue in an intimate dance, and I moan into his mouth. When he finally releases me, he nibbles at my lower lip, and I can't hide my whimper of pleasure.

Then he lets go of me and steps back, and his eyes gleam triumphantly. "So. Forgot all about me when I was in California, did you?"

Anger boils in my veins. That bastard. Forgot all about him when he left me and didn't call me once, for months and months? No. I wish I could have.

I want to slap the smirk off his face. He didn't kiss me because he wanted me… He did it to make a point.

I slide off the wall and take several steps back. I suck in a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly as I struggle to clear the lust fog from my brain. He's here for money and nothing else. "How much is my great-aunt paying you to watch over me?"

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