The Heart - Kate Stewart Page 0,19
breath of relief that maybe I had misjudged his intentions, all the while becoming completely engrossed in the feel of him. I was no longer at a friendly distance, my breasts pressed against his back, my legs all but wrapped around his waist. His entire body was stiff with the tension we’d created and I could now feel the sweat between us as I adjusted myself on the seat. Jack idled at the entrance, his legs firmly planted on the pavement. He pulled the throttle and watched my lips part. I was on edge again, and there was no stopping it. He tugged at the handlebar again, and I dug my fingers into his flesh, gripping him to me as I panted into the speaker.
“Jack,” I pushed out and heard the desperation in my voice. My whole body vibrated in warning as I clutched him tighter to me.
Eyes pleading with his, I willed him to stop our dangerous game, but with one last rev of the engine, I went over. A small cry escaped my lips as I clung to him for dear life. The orgasm washed through me, so intense I went with it, no longer giving a damn about my audience. I tilted my helmet-clad head back slightly as it rolled through my body. Digging my nails into his stomach, I moaned out his name as the last powerful wave coursed through my limbs. Jack quickly parked the bike then jumped off. He paced next to me, his helmet in his hand, as I slowly removed mine, embarrassed but... relaxed.
Owning my part, I made a light joke, though my body was still aching in a way it hadn’t in years. Nervous laughter spewed out of my mouth as I felt the full weight of what had just happened. “Well, that’s one way to get a girl to like to ride.”
I braved a look in his direction. He stopped pacing and stood looking down on me with a mix of lust and confusion.
Avoiding his odd reaction, I made quick conversation. “I think we should do a rain check on the Tesla. I’m in need of a shower,” I said, setting his helmet on the seat.
“Seth is a good friend of mine,” he huffed out in slight exasperation.
“We’ve established that,” I said, looking up at him with a grin that faded as soon as I saw that wasn’t the response he was looking for.
“And you want to pretend that didn’t just happen?” he said roughly as his eyes lit every single nerve ending in my body on fire.
“I’m sure it happens a lot,” I said with intended humor, still pinned to the leather seat by his stare. I felt exposed, and yet as he looked at me with such intensity, I felt needed, beautiful. I remained silent until I saw him mentally make a decision.
I had an inclination I was about to get kissed and thoroughly.
Just as he went to reach for me, we heard Dallas call out from behind us.
“Hey, y'all,” she said as if she hadn’t just interrupted the best waking daydream of my life. Jack and I turned toward her as she hugged Annabelle to her hip and walked toward us, assumption written all over her face.
Clearing my throat, I stepped off the bike and ignored Jack’s lingering stare as I walked toward Dallas.
“Hey, I thought you were in Shreveport.”
“I was. We were there for all of four hours before I called home to check in and heard Mom going through a living hell because of this one.” She lifted a tired Annabelle with her hip, and I leaned in and kissed her chubby cheek then wiped a curly, sweat-covered piece of hair off her forehead.
“Hey, baby girl.”
Annabelle reached for me, and I readily took her.
“It was a nice thought,” Dallas said with a chuckle. “I did place a few bets, though.”
Jack’s easy smile had both Dallas and I struggling to catch our breath as he answered her. “Win anything?” he asked as he put my helmet back in his saddlebag.
“Not a thing. Hey, I saw the installs. I’m impressed. You look like you covered a lot of ground here.” Nobody missed her insinuation. I glared at her openly and Jack visibly tensed.
“That I did,” Jack responded, taking a step forward and rubbing a finger over Annabelle’s chin, making her smile. Her grin was infectious, and I joined in as we both looked back at Jack, a sigh on my lips and an audible “Haywo” from Annabelle.
“Hello