Page 110 of Riding the Sugar High

He sets the helmet on the bike, then drags a hand over his face before facing me again. Though I expect the usual aggravated expression, he smiles down at me with an atypical warmth. Well, I guess it’s starting to be typical.

“What?” I ask, my own lips lifting.

“Just...you.”

My cheeks burn, and struggling to focus, I mumble, “I...you—you’re changing the topic.”

“I’m not.” He takes a step closer, my shoulder bunching when he invades my space. “But we could talk about it later. Do something else now instead.”

I sheepishly glance at him. Though the answer feels pretty obvious, I’ll ask anyway. “Do what?”

He closes the distance between us and cups my face, his lips pressing against mine with no hesitation. It's like a spark igniting a wildfire within me. I melt into him, my hands instinctively reaching up to grasp his broad shoulders, anchoring myself to him as if afraid he might disappear.

“Let’s go home,” he mumbles on my lips as his forehead presses on mine. “And I’ll show you.”

Oh. My stomach twists, a mix of apprehension and excitement coursing through my veins. Grabbing my helmet, I smile. “Let’s see how many speed limits you can break.”

* * *

As I straddle the sleek leather seat behind him, I feel a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. The powerful engine roars to life beneath us, vibrating with untamed energy and eager to devour the open road. I wrap my arms around his waist, holding on tight as he revs the throttle, the intoxicating scent of gasoline mingling with the crisp night air.

Shifting my hands from the tank to his jeans, I lean into the feeling of comfort. I rub until one of his hands joins mine, and with the other one, I keep massaging, then mindlessly dip to his inner thigh.

He squirms, then grabs it and leads it over his stiff erection, and though I’ve already felt it against my ass only a few days ago, I’m once again stunned at his dimension. And I’m pretty sure this is a “look what you’ve done” rather than an invitation to continue, but I take advantage of the confused message and press a hand over his shaft.

Yep, it’s huge. Andsohard.

He gently grasps my hand and sets it on his thigh, but as soon as we come to a red light, I rub his inner thigh, then his dick again.

Shoulders hunching, he leans forward. I think I hear him groan, but once the light is green and the one car behind us honks, he gives gas, and we begin riding.

Merely a minute later, after unsuccessfully shoving my hand away one more time, he slows to a stop, and I feel the bike come to a gentle halt beneath us. With a sense of anticipation tingling in the air, I watch him kill the off-switch.

“Is everything okay?” I ask innocently when he pulls the helmet off.

He chuckles, his gaze meeting mine over his shoulder. He stopped somewhere along the road leading to his farm, and there are nothing but fields on either side of us. Everything is utterly silent, too, the only background noise provided by the chirping of birds.

“You don’t want to fuck around with me, Barbie.”

“Don’t I?”

“No, you don’t.” Kickstand in place, he dismounts. He unclasps my helmet and pulls it off me, and once I see the hungry look in his eyes, I feel like my chest could burst. Like I’ve been inflated with sweet, sweet air and now I’m close to floating away.

Hooking my helmet to the handlebar, he sits again, facing me. His forehead presses against mine as he whispers, “You’re playing with fire.”

“I’ve been known to do that at times.”

His hands run up my thighs, pulling up my skirt in the process. “No kidding.”

God, I want him. Right now. I’ve wanted him so badly since the day I met him, and I don’t think I can wait another second.

His lips crash against mine, and I move my hand between us and begin undoing the button of his jeans until he interrupts our kiss. His eyes dart from my eyes to my hands. “Here? Are you sure?”

“Yes, please,” I whisper. He tilts his head so he can have better access to my neck, and I squeeze my eyes shut to concentrate. But I have no hope to, especially as his fingers slide up and down against my opening and turn slick with my wetness.

I whimper when he fits them inside me, and he watches me close my eyes and exhale.

“Please, Logan,” I whine. “I can’t wait anymore. Just fuck me.”