When she tells me that she’s alone, it takes every fiber of my being to control the urge to pick her up and take her to her room. I can’t do that, not here. Not in the home she shared with her husband. I wouldn’t want to put her in a situation like that. If and when we are together in that way, it’ll be at my house where she’ll be comfortable.
I know one thing for sure, I can’t keep my hands off of her now that I know she’s willing to try. She’ll probably get sick of me with my need to touch her, but I have to feel her skin against mine, even if it’s just my hands. And my lips – they burn with desire to kiss her.
She nods when I ask if I can take her somewhere. I’ve been out riding all day and many times I wanted to just stop by and show up unannounced, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Mowing her lawn is an excuse, but that’s not due until tomorrow.
I reluctantly remove my lips from hers and pull her hand into mine. I’m thankful that I have Quinn’s helmet with me and that it will fit her. Otherwise, my romantic side might not be able to shine. I lead her out of the front door, shutting it behind her. It dawns on me that she might not have a key and that it would not be so unfortunate for me if she had to stay the night at my place.
When we get to my bike, I hand her the helmet. She holds it in her hands like she’s afraid of what it entails.
“Ever been on a motorcycle before?”
“Liam’s once and I used Josie’s helmet. Is this Quinn’s?” she looks up at me with a gleam in her eye. I hope she’s as excited as I am to have her legs wrapped around me. I was kidding when I asked her the first time if she wanted to ride.
“Yeah, it should fit you.” I can’t resist. I have to touch her. As much as I want to kiss her, I don’t want her neighbors thinking any less of her. I push her hair behind her ear and kiss her nose. I don’t think that’s too much. I take the helmet and place it on her head. I’m thankful it slides on easily. I buckle the chin-strap and open her visor so I can see her beautiful eyes. “Get on after me, okay?” She nods.
I climb on and reach for her hand and hold it until she settles around me. Her legs fit perfectly, like I knew they would, around my hips. I flip the switch and the engine comes to life. Her fingers dig into my waist, making me wish we were back inside the confines of her house. I need to get us out onto the open road and away from the stares of Beaumont.
I drive through the streets safely until the road I need is before me. Once I’m out of the city limits, I push the throttle a little, only to have Katelyn hang on tighter. I can feel her against my back, her fingers bent around the waistband of my shorts, dangerously close to the part of me that is aching to be near her. This spurs me to get to our destination.
We move together through the turns of the road. It makes me feel good that she’s so comfortable even though this is something new for her. One ride with Liam doesn’t count, this can be our thing. I hope this can be something we can do together, away from the lives we lead. If it allows us an escape from reality for a short period of time, I’m willing to make sure this can happen whenever conceivable.
I arrive at the lookout and pull over. The sun is going to set soon, and from this location we’ll be able to watch it go down. I turn off the bike and plant both my feet on the ground. I take off my helmet and let it dangle from the handlebar. I look over my shoulder just as Katelyn takes off her helmet.
“How was it?”
She lets out a happy sigh. “That was amazing.” She leans over, her hand hanging onto my arm as she sets the helmet on the ground.
“Yeah? You liked it?” I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, I liked it a lot.” I’m taken aback when she leans forward and kisses me. She pulls back too soon, but that’s enough for me. The simple fact that she initiated it gives me so much hope.
“It’s gorgeous up here.”
I nod. “Have you been here before?”
“I don’t know, maybe when I was younger.” I won’t lie, I like that she hasn’t been here with Mason, yet another thing we can have together that’s just ours. Sitting like this isn’t working for me. I look at her as she watches the horizon and know that I need to be close to her.
I turn slightly and say, “Come here.” She looks at me, raising her eyebrow and moves into my extended arm. I pull her close and move her so she’s sitting in front of me. She wraps her legs around my waist, playing into my fantasy. God, what I wouldn’t give to be buried deep inside her while we’re sitting on my bike.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, praying she says yes.