Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,16

thighs, immediately transported back to Friday night and the way they’d felt clamped around his waist. What he wouldn’t fucking give to be between those pretty thighs again.

Cool it, asshole. She’s engaged.

“Mr. Preacher?” Addison was tugging at the pearls around her neck and that image in his head, the one that always seemed to be lurking in his brain, popped up to say hello.

He’d never actually seen Addison naked but goddamn, it was easy to imagine it. Easy to imagine what she’d look like on her knees on his bed wearing nothing but those pearls around her neck. Her firm tits bouncing, her voice moaning his name, those pearls tangled around his fingers as he fucked her tight pussy from behind. He’d jacked off so many times to that fantasy, it was a surprise his dick wasn’t raw. He was going through goddamn lube like a thirteen year old boy who’d just discovered internet porn.

“Mr. Preacher?” Addison repeated. She sounded nervous and despite her earlier reassurance, he hated even the idea that she might be afraid of him.

“It’s just Preacher,” he said and stood next to his bike. “You ready?”

The little schoolteacher drifted closer – Christ, she smelled so fucking good. How did a woman smell that good in this heat? - and he wasn’t at all surprised when she said, “I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before.”

She slipped her purse over her head, newsboy style. He unstrapped his extra helmet from the bike and said, “C’mere.”

“You know what,” she said with another look at his bike. “I think I’ll just wait for Wade.”

“It’s perfectly safe,” he said.

“Did you know that a motorcyclist’s risk of a fatal crash is thirty-five times higher than a passenger car?” Her usual low voice had gone up a couple of octaves.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Nah, I didn’t know that.”

“It’s true,” she said.

“I’m a very safe driver,” he said.

“Are you?” She bit at her bottom lip.

“Yes, Sunshine,” he said.

Her face flushed at the nickname and she didn’t object when he slipped the helmet over her head and buckled it under her chin. He kept his movements brisk and detached but even grazing his knuckles against her throat gave him half a goddamn stiffy. He put on his helmet and turned on the intercom system in his helmet and hers. He sat down and patted the spot behind him.

“Swing your leg over and put your feet on the pegs.”

She did what he asked, pulling at the hem of her dress when it rode up even higher on her thighs. He reached behind him, grabbed her legs just above her knees, and pulled her up snug against him. Her crotch was pressed against his lower back and her thighs rested against his hips. He had an overwhelming urge to rest his hand on her thigh, to show the world that she was his woman. Which was stupid because a woman like her would never be with a man like him.

Not to mention she has a man, you dickhead.

Right. It was strange how easy it was for him to forget that fucking detail about her.

She was trying to wiggle back, and he used that as an excuse to reach back and slide his hand around her thigh, holding her in place. “Nope, sit nice and close, Sunshine. You don’t want to fall off, do you?”

Her legs tightened around his hips at his words and he tried not to groan. What he wouldn’t give to have her legs tighten like that while he was fucking her. “What’s your address?”

She recited her address and he said, “Hands around my waist. Hold on tight.”

“Will you drive slowly?” She put her arms around him and linked her fingers together across his flat abdomen.

God, she felt way too good pressed up against his back with her arms around him. He started the motorcycle and she jumped. Her thighs squeezed his hips even tighter and her voice through the intercom turned high pitched. “Preacher, will you drive slowly?”

“I’ll drive carefully,” he said before lifting the kickstand. With a quick twist of the throttle, he had the bike flying down the road. The little schoolteacher squealed and clung to him like the world’s sexiest piggyback ride. He could feel her helmet pressing against his back and he reached down and patted her hand.

“Both hands on the wheel!” she said hysterically, and he laughed before gunning the engine.

She squealed again but this time he thought he might have detected a little bit of excitement mixed