Damn, this woman didn’t let anything hold her back. She trotted back, grinning and looking sexier than before.
“Ready!”
“Angel, you’re too much.” I reeled her in for another kiss. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands or lips off her. Everything about Madeline was spectacular. Her plump, soft lips caressed mine like a sensual dance. Her silky skin made me ache to feel every inch of it. Her intoxicating scent was burned into my senses. Soft and airy, yet seductive and sexy rolled into one addictive package. I was royally fucked.
After getting a taste, I secured my helmet on her and helped her onto the bike. She inched closer behind me, thighs pressing against mine, wrapping her arms around my waist. A weird pang hit me dead center in the chest. I ignored it. I did everything I could to not acknowledge the unfamiliar feelings sprouting inside me.
Of course, I didn’t run in the opposite direction, either. I fuckin’ knew I should be running for my life as if the Reaper were after me.
“Let’s hit it. I’m starving,” she shouted before I gave way entirely to my inner thoughts.
My bike roared to life, and we were off, heading south to Mason City.
Today was making its way up the charts as the best of my life.
8
Madeline
“I’ve never had so much power between my thighs before.” I blanched as Storm’s gray eyes turned feral. Slipping my flannel shirt off, I internally scolded myself.Stupid girl, you don’t say something so provocative to a man like him.
It was the truth, though. Flying down the highway on the back of Storm’s bike was electrifying. It was exactly how I remembered it. Only once, when I was a little girl, had I ridden on the back of a motorcycle. I’d loved the freedom back then.
I loved it this time, too.
My thoughts had run wild, reliving our kiss on the beach. I still tasted cinnamon on my tongue. Mercy, I wanted more of his taste. While the warm air tickled my skin, I’d imagined Storm’s hands on me. Lifting the skirt of my dress up. His slick tongue skimming up, up, up... It was safe to say I was thoroughly aroused by the time we arrived at the restaurant.
Storm appeared to be in a trance. I tossed my shirt at his face playfully, to pull him out of wherever he’d gone. He caught it before it touched him. A hungry glint sparked in his severe gray eyes. I clenched down low as he held it to his nose, smelling it. Smellingme.
I shivered from my toes to my ears, facing burning red hot as lust seeped into my veins.
“Can’t be saying shit like that Angel, unless you want me to tear your clothes off and fuck you on the spot.” He smirked, tucking my shirt into his saddlebag.
Mercy.
My panties weren’t just damp anymore. They were soaked. “What do you mean?”
“You know damn well what I mean.” His hand cradled the side of my face, lips a breath away from mine. He hovered above me, stroking my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Let’s eat.” His hand fell away, and he took mine, entwining our fingers together.
Shit. No kiss.
I fought a pout as he led me inside the saloon. I shouldn’t be bummed. Storm arrived at the perfect time back at the lake, chasing away the sadness building in me. He’d diverted my attention from the pity party I was sure to sink into while missing KC and my family. I owed him big for that. I wondered how he’d like his payment.
Country music played in the background. The delicious scent of charbroiled meats made my stomach rumble.
The sight of Storm had me drooling, along with every other woman in the building. Without his leather cut, he didn’t look as dangerous or menacing. Even if he was dressed in black from head to toe. His faded jeans and T-shirt fit like a glove. Storm was sexy as sin.
Double shit. I suddenly felt insecure. What if Storm decided to ditch me for someone better?
Triple shit. An Uber ride back to the lake would blow my vacation budget, seeing it was forty miles away.
“Welcome to Granny’s Saloon. How many?” The perky blonde’s breasts peeked out of a blue and white checkered shirt. It was tied in a knot above her belly button, paired with white Daisy Dukes and red western boots. Her hair was in pigtails. She was cuteandsexy, in a wholesome-meets-porn-star sort of way.
Jesus, she couldn’t have been more than eighteen. She was totally fangirling over Storm, too. Anxiety settled in my belly. I had half a mind to disappear into the bathroom and call an Uber that instant. Why delay the inevitable?
“Two,” Storm replied in a curt tone. He squeezed my hand, jerking my attention back to him. My gaze flashed up to his stormy eyes.
I turned away, unable to endure his scrutiny as doubt replaced the lust in my veins.