Any Day Now - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,8

move away from me, then gesture with his head.

“Throw that leg over, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll take you for a ride down the road.”

I did what he asked, throwing my leg over the seat of his bike.

Seconds later, he was getting on the bike in front of me.

“Wrap those arms around me, beautiful,” he ordered.

Beautiful.

Sweetheart.

I’d never been called those names before. Not by anyone.

Normally, I didn’t like to be called names like that.

I mean, weren’t they kind of demeaning in a way?

But hearing them from Adam’s lips?

They made my heart go fluttering away.

Adam’s ass settled more fully onto the seat, and I scooted up, wrapping my arms tight around his abdomen.

His belly clenched at the feel of my hands on his abs, and I had to stop myself from exploring.

I was sure that he wouldn’t have cared.

However, regardless of how he would or wouldn’t react, I was having a hard time controlling myself.

It was better to just go ahead and give myself a line that I couldn’t cross now, just in case.

He started the bike up then, and that familiar exhilaration started to pour through me.

“We’ll be back in just a bit,” Adam called as he started to back the bike out of the driveway.

I swallowed hard, looking at Avery over Adam’s shoulder.

She was grinning huge, as if we’d just given her the world.

I instinctively tightened my hands around Adam’s waist, and he paused slightly.

I began to loosen my grip, but he stilled my hands as he said, “Hold on.”

I did, and he catapulted us down the road at the speed of light.

I threw my head back and laughed.

He took me for a ride down the length of the road, turned around, and came back.

It wasn’t far at all, and we’d been gone for maybe three minutes, but it was enough to put a flush on my face and cause my hair to run wild.

As he parked back into the driveway where he’d been before, I was reluctant to let him go.

Even more, I wanted to stay exactly where I was.

My hesitation must’ve been obvious because before I could so much as let him go, he was hauling me around to the front, my ass to the gas tank, and he was scooting me down into his lap.

I licked my lips and looked down into his smiling eyes.

“You like riding.”

I nodded.

“Love.”

“You want to go on a ride with me later?” he asked.

I’d love to.

But should I?

“I…” I didn’t know how to answer him.

I would love to.

But… I probably shouldn’t.

“I’ll ask you when we’re done here,” he rumbled, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

I licked my lips again, unable to help myself.

And his eyes darkened, melting into liquid pools of chocolate as he leaned in just a little bit closer.

Just before our mouths met, Avery’s voice came through loud and clear.

“So, so perfect!” she called out. “Let’s move inside.”

I jolted, sliding down the rest of the way onto his lap, and for sure feeling the full effects of his attraction to me.

His cock was huge.

And hard.

And I could see the perfect outline of it through his seamless sweatpants.

I licked my lips, my hands automatically going out to steady myself on his chest, and looked up into his eyes.

There was no apology there.

A guy like Adam wouldn’t offer an apology for finding me attractive.

Hell, I doubted he offered anyone apologies for anything.

Adam’s hands went to my hips, and soon I found myself up and moving.

“Oh!” Avery said. “Hold onto her like that.”

I was suspended in the air above the bike, Adam’s muscles holding me aloft as if I was a toy and not a full-grown woman.

He wasn’t even straining as I looked down into his face, my hair cascading like a waterfall around us.

The curtain of my hair kind of felt like it shut us off from the world.

“You okay?” he rasped.

I licked my lips. “Fine.”

More than fine.

I felt warm all over, and it had nothing to do with the Texas heat in August.

“Great, got it!” Avery chirped.

I licked my lips and expected him to put me down.

He didn’t.

Instead, he pulled me all the way into his body and I had no other choice—at least that was what I kept telling myself—but to wrap my arms and legs around his body and hold on.

“Perfect,” Avery sing-songed.

I couldn’t look away from Adam, though.

Couldn’t stop myself from studying the bridge of his nose, the shape of his eyes, or the way he had a small scar right underneath his eye.

“What happened here?” I asked