“You’re infuriating.” She spit out her words with a growl and her head tilted slightly but not enough to face him. “I told you. I raced. And then I stopped.”
Neil let his hands slide down her body and settle on her hips. Those lush, curvy hips that fit the palm of his hand with perfection.
He heard a soft intake of breath as his hands moved to the crease of her thigh. And there it was, the thing he didn’t want to happen was getting harder with each passing second.
She felt him. Hard against her back. Of that he had no doubt. She even did a tiny wiggle against his crotch. It felt amazing. Just what he needed to forget his troubles.
“We should probably get back.”
She had won this round. Although he had handed it to her when he got distracted by her hips. She wasn’t ready to disclose her demons. He had many of his own so he didn’t hold a grudge. He probably would have done the same had the roles been reversed.
She backed them out of the driveway and they drove off down the deserted road.
Neil wanted to take this further. The reaction of her body told him she was on board. She just needed a little coaxing. And he knew exactly what he needed to do to get her in the mood.
The hum of the bike underneath them had to feel good to her. It felt good to him and he didn’t have a clit. He let his hands slide back down to the crease of her thighs. She gave her head a shake. Was she losing concentration?
He squeezed and let his fingers make their way between her legs. She was warm, so hot, even with his gloves on.
She shimmied back against him. He had no idea how she managed to do it while they rode. Her back straightened, and it allowed her legs to open a little more, giving him a little more access to the part of her he hoped throbbed with need for his cock.
He let one hand slip further down and he cupped her crotch as best he could, given the tight space. The bike jerked and he surged forward. He was getting to her.
His hands found their way under the leather of her jacket to the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. With the zipper all the way down, he dipped two fingers under the waistband of her panties, slowly, giving her time to stop him if she wasn’t into it. Or if she didn’t think she could hold her concentration while driving the bike.
Neil wasn’t one to shy away from what he wanted, especially in the bedroom. And he wanted Carson. All the arguing, all the anger toward one another was just foreplay. Revving up their own engines. Bringing their need for each other to a deeper, more intense level.
The first touch of warmth sent his head spinning, and when he delved deeper between the folds of her flesh, he groaned. The wetness between her thighs was the best greeting he’d gotten in a very long time.
This was insane. This was bad for business. This was going to get him in very deep with a woman he had no business getting under his skin.
But when she leaned back and their helmets touched, he lost all sense of logic. With her torso straight he was able to slip further down. He massaged her clit with the pads of his fingers, his movement limited by the tightness of her jeans.
He pressed closer into her body, his hips pushing up against her bottom in even strokes.
The bike jerked again, but this time she slowed and pulled onto the side of the road.
They stopped and Neil let his feet drop to the ground cradling the bike between his thighs. She pulled off her helmet and her shiny, black hair flew in every direction. It smelled of citrus and, from behind, he noticed the strands were a little soaked with sweat along her hairline.
With his free hand Neil removed his own helmet, the air against his face cooled him down a touch, but only a touch.
She leaned back, her head resting against Neil’s shoulder. She spread her legs wider and undulated her hips.
“Oh, God,” she murmured. “Oh…”
“Feel good?”
She moaned. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“And why not. All this arguing has been one long game of foreplay and I’m about ready to stop playing.”
He moved his fingers with vigor but he couldn’t give her what she needed like this.
Neil slipped his hand from her pants and got off the bike. He stepped closer, crowding her, then cupped her cheek, letting his thumb brush across her soft skin.
Her pulse pounded against the palm of his hand. She licked her lips, her sweet breath an intoxicating scent.
When his lips finally touched hers, something inside him broke.