by E. M. Moore
He chuckled, his hard stomach pulsing against my forearms. “What’s a matter, Norah? Not enough.”
I shook my head. “More.”
The helmet obscured my voice, but Randy got the message. He started the engine again, and we pulled away from the front of the house. He went through town, then picked up speed as we got onto a highway. The engine roared underneath me bringing a grin that permanently affixed to my face. The world sped past us, but I was content and happy. He patted my leg and pointed out different landmarks once we got off the highway and slowed down on a back road. I couldn’t hear if he said anything, but nodded anyway to let him know I’d seen the stone bridge and the ancient house. After about a half hour, we returned to the city. The bike slowed as we passed Salem’s side streets and hung a right near where Randy lived.
When he cut the engine this time, I got off, my insides buzzing. I went to take the helmet off, and he helped, his fingers pushing mine away and gliding the helmet up before he turned and put it back on the bike. “That was amazing,” I told him, not able to shut up. “I’ve never been on a bike before, and that was…something else.”
He turned back to me, his muscles tight under his shirt. Again, his hard, serious eyes burned through me. “I could listen to you talk all night.”
A flash of heat slicked my thighs. Randy was pure candy. I stifled a chuckle at that thought. “I could look at you all night,” I told him, this statement taking my breath away from the truth behind it.
He stepped close and leaned over. Tipping my head back to gaze at him, I was eager to find out what would happen. I watched as his lips moved closer and closer. Much like it had on the bike, my body vibrated in approval. When his lips finally did meet mine, it was like a bolt of lightning struck solid dirt. I moaned in pleasure as the smell of maple engulfed my senses.
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