“How about some photos out here on your bike?” Avery suggested as she practically bounced on the tips of her toes upon seeing us smiling and laughing.
She was happy that we were here and getting along so well.
I could tell that she was ecstatic.
“I don’t mind,” Adam said, voice deep and raspy.
God, what the hell was it with men like that?
I was doing so damn well, but then he had to go and open his mouth and remind me that his voice was like the verbal version of sex.
And God, he had a chin dimple.
And cheek dimples.
And he had a five o’clock shadow that looked like it would feel great against my…
“Great,” Avery chirped. “Y’all get started. Do whatever. Don’t mind me. I’ll just be background music, okay?”
I felt the tension in my belly go to a fever pitch as Adam laughed.
Jesus H. Christ.
“What?” Adam asked at the look on my face. “Do you want to jump on the bike? Me get on it in front of you? Is that okay, Avery?”
Seriously, the low timbre of his voice made shivers race down my spine, and made me think about what it would feel like to have him speaking against my throat as he thrust…
“Sounds good,” Avery said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Now, I want y’all to act like I’m not here. Just, do life. Talk. Get to know each other. Act like y’all have known each other forever. Act like y’all are getting married tomorrow. Or, hell, act like y’all have been together forever. Y’all have known each other since y’all were children, and you know each other’s deepest fantasies. Just… whatever you want. I’ll snap photos. You do you.”
Avery’s words made me smile. But they also made me nervous because the way Adam made me feel. It was like I had known him forever.
As if he did know my deepest and darkest thoughts.
As if he knew that I wanted to jump his bones, and he felt the exact same way when it came to me.
I’d never, not ever, had these kinds of feelings before.
I’d slept with one man, and one man only, my entire life.
And that had been in the back seat of his mother’s van when we were seventeen.
It’d been awful, and honestly, I’d never wanted to do it again since.
Until Adam.
Until I’d walked in the door and seen his dark brown eyes taking me in as if he wanted to pull me into his body and show me what it was like to have a real man.
I licked my lips and walked toward the bike, trailing my finger across the soft, buttery leather of the seat.
I loved motorcycles.
I loved them so much that when I was a kid, I’d wanted to own one for myself.
But, after riding one for a while after I turned eighteen, I realized that it wasn’t the driving of the motorcycle that did it for me. It was the riding of the motorcycle.
I loved to be on the back of one, watching as the world passed me by.
I couldn’t do that if I had to also pay attention to where I was going while I was doing it.
“You ride?” Adam asked, coming up behind me.
I felt my entire body shiver in anticipation to his touch.
But he didn’t touch me.
He placed his hand on the handlebar on one side of me, and his other on the seat of the bike. Not touching me, and definitely not letting me get away, either.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I love it.”
I didn’t see any point in telling him that my father was the president of a motorcycle club, or that I’d been riding on the back of a bike since I was old enough to open my eyes.
I didn’t have to, because when I turned around, I could see that he knew I loved motorcycles.
“I can take you for a ride,” he suggested. “You’ve never been on the back of my bike.”
I looked at his bike, where there definitely wasn’t room for another person and told him so.
“There’s no seat for me,” I said honestly.
“That just means you’ll have to cuddle in close.”
I licked my lips and moved my body until I could sit down on the seat of his bike, then leaned my head back so that I was staring up at him.
The beer that was still dangling from my fingers clinked against the metal of his bike, and he reached forward and took it from my hand. Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he polished off the rest of his beer and mine, then tucked them both into the saddlebags of his bike before leaning down and stopping with his face inches from mine.
I licked my suddenly dry lips, unable to look away from his eyes.
They were like dark pools of chocolate.
Melted chocolate. My favorite.