Page 26 of Decidedly Off Limits

Do you see it? Yes, that’s it. The motorcycle sitting on my driveway.

Crap.

My heart jumped into my throat, ready to make a great escape. I’d never been on a motorcycle before. It hadn’t even been on my bucket list.

Jeff didn’t notice that I had stopped. He grabbed the two helmets sitting on the bike. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and joined him. He handed me a helmet and climbed onto his bike.

Where’s your sense of adventure, Kels?

Thank God Trent didn’t know about this. The same for my brother. Both would’ve had a fit if they knew I was about to climb onto the bike with a near stranger. A friend of theirs in high school had been killed while riding a cycle. After that, my parents had made me promise never to ride one.

But my parents were gone and Trent and Liam weren’t here. Praying that I wasn’t about to make a mistake of epic proportions, I climbed on behind Jeff. He started his engine.

And we were off.

Racing down the street.

With me trying not to scream.

I clung on tightly, my arms around his waist. Unfortunately, his jacket prevented me from feeling the amazing abs I knew he was sporting.

How did I know? Erin might have possibly looked him up on the social media sites. And I might have accidentally on purpose looked over her shoulder while she was oohing and aahing over his abs.

At the movie theater, Jeff bought the tickets while I purchased the drinks. Neither of us was interested in popcorn.

And it didn’t take long to figure out why Jeff didn’t want any popcorn. Does the word octopus mean anything to you? The movie had barely begun when his hands were all over me. They started off innocently at first. The subtle glide of his finger against the back of my hand. That progressed to hand holding, which rapidly progressed to his hand on my upper inner thigh.

He shifted his hand and placed pressure on my clit through my jeans, which responded with a chorus of “Ohhh yes!”

Remember, you don’t want to come off as easy. You want to be friendly, approachable, and non-intimidating, but never easy, Erin’s voice echoed in my head.

But was this really me being easy? He was only touching me. We hadn’t ripped off any clothing, yet. And I wasn’t going to let that happen in the middle of the movie theater. That wouldn’t be about being sexually confident. That would be crazy.

He continued touching me, the pressure through my jeans inching me closer to coming. This had to stop before I started moaning. Sure, the movie was loud, especially with the car-chase scene currently going on, but I was positive the people in front of us would hear me moan regardless of the movie’s volume.

I interlaced my fingers with his and shifted his hand to my knee. Undeterred, he moved our hands to his crotch and placed mine over his hard length. Pride rushed through me that I had that effect on him.

I smiled and leaned in. “Not now. Not here.”

He let go of my hand. Disappointment stomped through me like a stubborn child. Even though I wasn’t comfortable taking things further in the theater, that didn’t mean I wanted him to stop holding my hand. To give me a sign that this wasn’t all about the sex for him.

I exhaled a long breath. Why did dating have to be so hard?

I sat through the rest of the movie, only half watching it while silently debating whether I should call Trent to pick me up and forget this night ever happened.

The devil on my shoulder voiced her opinion loud and clear. Yes, Jeff was only interested in one thing, but at least it would be fun—and I could finally end this super-long dry spell.

The angel on the opposite shoulder leafed through a beauty magazine, stopping only long enough to say that the devil made a very good point.

The movie ended and we walked outside to the local pizza place for dinner. At least Jeff didn’t expect us to go straight home to have sex. We would have a chance to get to know each other first.

As expected, the restaurant was busy, but the hostess seated us after a few minutes. We ordered a Mediterranean pizza and beer from the waitress who was eyeing him up. As far as she was concerned, I wasn’t here.

While he was preoccupied with her flirting with him, I subtly turned on my phone and discovered Trent had texted.How’s the movie?

I smirked, knowing what he was really asking, and returned my phone to my purse. “So beyond modeling, waitering, and working out, what else do you do?” I asked Jeff.

“I love gaming with my friends.”