Page 9 of Freaks Of Nature

Street food really was a genius move. I could’ve watched him lick his fingers clean all night long.

After that, Ash takes us out of town. We leave the bright city lights behind as we gain elevation and make our way into the mountains.

The highway has a steep drop down one side. I know I’ll have to face it on our way back, but the view is breathtaking.

We climb higher, chasing one sharp turn after another while he feeds the throttle.

The friction between us is maddening.

Leaning the bike into the winding road, my body matches his. Each fast turn we take brings us closer.

I want him.

I want his weight on top of me. I want him to bend me until I break. I’ve never felt so alive. I feel invincible.

We reach the mountain top. Ash pulls into the parking lot that has signs for hiking trails. I also see several picnic tables. It must be a popular spot during the day.

Or maybe…

“Is this the local lovers lane?” I joke, removing my helmet.

Ash’s laugh bellows through his own before he pulls it off.

“Maybe.” He offers me a sly grin, his hair falling over his eyes in all his roguish splendor.

He holds my stare, doing that thing with his lip again, and I can see him playing with his tongue as his teeth bite into the flesh.

God, I want to bite that lip for him.

I dismount first while he tugs the leather gloves off his hands.

I put my helmet down on the seat I vacated and shrug out of my hoodie to leave it with the bike. The light breeze up here doesn’t warrant an extra layer.

Turning my back on him, I amble toward the mountain drop. It’s quite the romantic lookout over the city lights below.

It’s quiet, too. Crickets chirp and wind rustles through the trees, but there’s not a soul here besides us.

Ash comes up on me from behind, his hands encircling my waist.

He’s no longer wearing his hoodie either. His arms are bare as they wrap around me, and the friction of his skin sears me through my tank top.

“I thought it’s only fair since you got to do all the touching,” he murmurs, his husky voice right by my ear.

The hum of his timber ripples down my spine where my back presses against his chest, and I suddenly feel too hot, even in this. His hands remain on top of my shirt, but the hem rides up my stomach, exposing more skin to the elements.

It’s exhilarating.

The thought of being out in the open where someone might see us is awakening dark desires in me I didn’t know I had.

The tip of his nose brushes down my neck, and I moan, dropping my head back onto his shoulder.

I melt into his touch. My hand comes up to rove through his hair as my body arches, encouraging him to explore me further. I want his mouth to devour me.

His warm breath lingers at the base of my throat, riding the growing anticipation in me. I throb all over.

I feel his lips part, and when his tongue licks up the side of my neck, something hard registers in the slick drag against my skin.

My breath hitches. “Holy shit! Your tongue is pierced?”