beautiful. She relaxed her death grip a bit and started to pay more attention to the scenery than the bike. At a stop sign, Diesel looked back and she actually smiled. Imagine that. She watched as they passed by snowy hills and farms. Lots of the rural homes had their white candles from the holidays still lit in their windows, even in the daytime. Some unfriendly clouds were coming into view, in the sky in front of them, when she suddenly felt Diesel’s body jerk.
She looked up the road ahead of them and saw at once what had caught the male’s eye. A huge tree was uprooted and lying across the road. As she felt the motorcycle start to slow at an alarming rate, her body was thrown forward into Diesel’s. But it didn’t stop there. As Helen was thrown from the bike, she didn’t scream or have any last thoughts. She didn’t have any thoughts at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Helen was propelled through the air, Diesel somehow vanished. She felt his huge body wrap around her own from behind, enveloping her completely. They hit the side of the road, bounced slightly, and rolled into the snow. My God. Diesel had taken the entire impact. He had shielded her with his body. She struggled to get free from his arms, but she couldn’t. He was holding onto her too tight.
“Are you okay, Doc? Tell me you’re okay,” he said into her shoulder.
“I’m fine. Let me up so I can check you over.”
“I’m alright.”
He slowly started to unwrap his arms and legs from around her body. He reached up and took off her helmet, as if he needed to be able to see her face to be sure. His chest was heaving.
“Are you sure? You’re not hurt anywhere?”
“I’m…”
When he took off his helmet, Helen looked up into his face and realized a ring of bright yellow surrounded his pupils. He reached up and buried his hand in the side of her hair. She could feel the power coming off his hand in little snaps and crackles. Oh, God.
Diesel’s nose was flooded with Helen’s scent. He looked from her eyes to her full mouth and back again. Suddenly, he wanted to taste her like he’d never wanted anything else. He drew her to him and when his lips found hers, his whole body erupted with heat and emotion so intense he totally lost himself in the sensations. The warmth. The softness. He held on tight to her body and gleamed them back to the mansion.
To his bed.
On top of him.
Whoops. Oh, well. His body knew what it wanted.
And so did his heart.
“Diesel,” she whispered.
As she touched the side of his face, he leaned into her hand. And when her mouth met his for a second time, he reveled in it. Son of a bitch. He suddenly realized he hadn’t actually kissed a female in like, years. Literally. There had been a lot of sex, a lot of sex, but not much of this and never casually. Kissing was as intimate as it got. And he’d so won the lottery, because Helen had the sexiest mouth he’d ever seen.
He rolled them over and looked into her big gray eyes. She seemed so small beneath him. Thank Christ she hadn’t been hurt. She licked her lips and he just about went through the ceiling. Yeah. That tongue was next. He took her mouth with his and ran his own tongue where hers had been. Her taste. Holy fuck. She was so sweet. She opened her mouth to him and when he slid inside it was magnified a hundred times, his New Breed senses going off the chart. God help him, she was so warm, so… alive. And he’d been numbed out for so long.
She moaned and that was the end of his restraint. There were endless other places he wanted his mouth to go and he couldn’t get there fast enough. He unzipped her leather jacket, yanking it down and going straight for her neck. He suckled her skin, reaching down and unbuttoning one button on her blouse before he realized that was gonna take way too damn long. He pulled at the top and popped them all the way down. She fell back against the pillow, her thick, blond waves framing her face. Goddamn, she was
She looked up the road ahead of them and saw at once what had caught the male’s eye. A huge tree was uprooted and lying across the road. As she felt the motorcycle start to slow at an alarming rate, her body was thrown forward into Diesel’s. But it didn’t stop there. As Helen was thrown from the bike, she didn’t scream or have any last thoughts. She didn’t have any thoughts at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As Helen was propelled through the air, Diesel somehow vanished. She felt his huge body wrap around her own from behind, enveloping her completely. They hit the side of the road, bounced slightly, and rolled into the snow. My God. Diesel had taken the entire impact. He had shielded her with his body. She struggled to get free from his arms, but she couldn’t. He was holding onto her too tight.
“Are you okay, Doc? Tell me you’re okay,” he said into her shoulder.
“I’m fine. Let me up so I can check you over.”
“I’m alright.”
He slowly started to unwrap his arms and legs from around her body. He reached up and took off her helmet, as if he needed to be able to see her face to be sure. His chest was heaving.
“Are you sure? You’re not hurt anywhere?”
“I’m…”
When he took off his helmet, Helen looked up into his face and realized a ring of bright yellow surrounded his pupils. He reached up and buried his hand in the side of her hair. She could feel the power coming off his hand in little snaps and crackles. Oh, God.
Diesel’s nose was flooded with Helen’s scent. He looked from her eyes to her full mouth and back again. Suddenly, he wanted to taste her like he’d never wanted anything else. He drew her to him and when his lips found hers, his whole body erupted with heat and emotion so intense he totally lost himself in the sensations. The warmth. The softness. He held on tight to her body and gleamed them back to the mansion.
To his bed.
On top of him.
Whoops. Oh, well. His body knew what it wanted.
And so did his heart.
“Diesel,” she whispered.
As she touched the side of his face, he leaned into her hand. And when her mouth met his for a second time, he reveled in it. Son of a bitch. He suddenly realized he hadn’t actually kissed a female in like, years. Literally. There had been a lot of sex, a lot of sex, but not much of this and never casually. Kissing was as intimate as it got. And he’d so won the lottery, because Helen had the sexiest mouth he’d ever seen.
He rolled them over and looked into her big gray eyes. She seemed so small beneath him. Thank Christ she hadn’t been hurt. She licked her lips and he just about went through the ceiling. Yeah. That tongue was next. He took her mouth with his and ran his own tongue where hers had been. Her taste. Holy fuck. She was so sweet. She opened her mouth to him and when he slid inside it was magnified a hundred times, his New Breed senses going off the chart. God help him, she was so warm, so… alive. And he’d been numbed out for so long.
She moaned and that was the end of his restraint. There were endless other places he wanted his mouth to go and he couldn’t get there fast enough. He unzipped her leather jacket, yanking it down and going straight for her neck. He suckled her skin, reaching down and unbuttoning one button on her blouse before he realized that was gonna take way too damn long. He pulled at the top and popped them all the way down. She fell back against the pillow, her thick, blond waves framing her face. Goddamn, she was
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