idea?”
Charlie panted and held the helmet with a death grip. The woman was torturing him out of his mind. His trousers were far too tight in the crotch area, and getting less accommodating by the second. Couldn’t he get his mind off sex and onto her? Which was the same thing, he told himself with a hint of sarcasm. He exhaled deeply.
He’d never been on a bike before. Could he manage to get on without showing trepidation?
Helplessly, he watched as Roxie kicked down the bike’s stand, settled her helmet on the seat and turned to him.
She’s an angel with the setting sun glowing all around her like a halo of living fire. An angel in black. An angel determined to take me to the ends of the earth with her.
Striding up to him, she grasped his helmet then gently clamped it on his head without fastening the strap. The heady fragrance of gardenias surrounded him. He realized she could do anything she wanted to him, and he was helpless against her, although he was certain she meant no harm. She just didn’t have it in her.
“Now this.” She unknotted his tie with deft fingers.
How many other men had she touched like this, he wondered, and jealousy stabbed him in the heart with its pitchfork. They’d been lucky, and he was about to join their ranks, if he didn’t baulk.
Roxie stuffed the tie in his breast pocket. She leaned further forward and whispered loudly, “You look really tense. Relax. I haven’t killed anyone.” With a chirpy smile, she added, “Yet.”
“That’s what worries me,” Charlie croaked. Get a grip on yourself. She’ll think you’re a dunce, and even before we get it on, she’ll ditch you.
“I want to do you, Charlie,” she continued, lifting her lips to his.
He’d practiced keeping his hands off her all day, but now, he couldn’t resist. If she was offering her mouth up to him, what man could resist the lure of sexy temptation?
Every nerve in her body trembled as Roxie faced Charlie. The sun had set and dusk encircled them in its grayness. She could easily see his pupils narrow, and the column of his throat moved up and down with a hard swallow. Leaning closer, she reached tentative fingers to the crotch of his trousers. Her fingertips met exquisite silk. He had quite an erection. She wanted more of him before she came to herself. They were in a semi-public place. His neighbors could be watching.
He stepped forward, lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers with a feather-light touch. His muted groan sank into her mind with such impact, she probably would have heard him a mile away. The caress of his mouth was a promise of things to come.
“Charlie?” she whispered loud enough that he could hear her above the idling bike. “Come with me. I promise you won’t regret it.”
He shivered under her fingertips that melted into his shoulder through the heated jacket. “I’ve never sat behind a woman driver on a bike before.”
She laughed softly at his endearing remark. “I’m a perfectly safe driver,” she said, willing herself to step away from him, to break the sexual frissons simmering between them, but only until they got up into the mountains. Then the wildcat in her would come out and play and satisfy him.
“I know.”
His gaze fastened on her, and she felt he was having the same trouble she was, trying to break the physical connection. Her panties were drenched, and if she wound her arms around his neck, she wouldn’t let go until he’d satisfied her craving for every muscled plane of his body.
“Roxie, I can’t wait much longer. I’ve thought about nothing but you since this morning.” His voice was seductively low.
Should she ask whether he’d hungered after her the first or the second time, since he clearly had to suspect it had been she pre-empting his parking spot? Why bother with questions that might kill the sexual atmosphere they’d created and the electrical tension that insistently hummed between them?
She nodded in agreement.
Charlie panted and held the helmet with a death grip. The woman was torturing him out of his mind. His trousers were far too tight in the crotch area, and getting less accommodating by the second. Couldn’t he get his mind off sex and onto her? Which was the same thing, he told himself with a hint of sarcasm. He exhaled deeply.
He’d never been on a bike before. Could he manage to get on without showing trepidation?
Helplessly, he watched as Roxie kicked down the bike’s stand, settled her helmet on the seat and turned to him.
She’s an angel with the setting sun glowing all around her like a halo of living fire. An angel in black. An angel determined to take me to the ends of the earth with her.
Striding up to him, she grasped his helmet then gently clamped it on his head without fastening the strap. The heady fragrance of gardenias surrounded him. He realized she could do anything she wanted to him, and he was helpless against her, although he was certain she meant no harm. She just didn’t have it in her.
“Now this.” She unknotted his tie with deft fingers.
How many other men had she touched like this, he wondered, and jealousy stabbed him in the heart with its pitchfork. They’d been lucky, and he was about to join their ranks, if he didn’t baulk.
Roxie stuffed the tie in his breast pocket. She leaned further forward and whispered loudly, “You look really tense. Relax. I haven’t killed anyone.” With a chirpy smile, she added, “Yet.”
“That’s what worries me,” Charlie croaked. Get a grip on yourself. She’ll think you’re a dunce, and even before we get it on, she’ll ditch you.
“I want to do you, Charlie,” she continued, lifting her lips to his.
He’d practiced keeping his hands off her all day, but now, he couldn’t resist. If she was offering her mouth up to him, what man could resist the lure of sexy temptation?
Every nerve in her body trembled as Roxie faced Charlie. The sun had set and dusk encircled them in its grayness. She could easily see his pupils narrow, and the column of his throat moved up and down with a hard swallow. Leaning closer, she reached tentative fingers to the crotch of his trousers. Her fingertips met exquisite silk. He had quite an erection. She wanted more of him before she came to herself. They were in a semi-public place. His neighbors could be watching.
He stepped forward, lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers with a feather-light touch. His muted groan sank into her mind with such impact, she probably would have heard him a mile away. The caress of his mouth was a promise of things to come.
“Charlie?” she whispered loud enough that he could hear her above the idling bike. “Come with me. I promise you won’t regret it.”
He shivered under her fingertips that melted into his shoulder through the heated jacket. “I’ve never sat behind a woman driver on a bike before.”
She laughed softly at his endearing remark. “I’m a perfectly safe driver,” she said, willing herself to step away from him, to break the sexual frissons simmering between them, but only until they got up into the mountains. Then the wildcat in her would come out and play and satisfy him.
“I know.”
His gaze fastened on her, and she felt he was having the same trouble she was, trying to break the physical connection. Her panties were drenched, and if she wound her arms around his neck, she wouldn’t let go until he’d satisfied her craving for every muscled plane of his body.
“Roxie, I can’t wait much longer. I’ve thought about nothing but you since this morning.” His voice was seductively low.
Should she ask whether he’d hungered after her the first or the second time, since he clearly had to suspect it had been she pre-empting his parking spot? Why bother with questions that might kill the sexual atmosphere they’d created and the electrical tension that insistently hummed between them?
She nodded in agreement.
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