She reached him. “Um.”
He grasped her arm and twisted his torso, sitting her firmly behind him. “Not now. Don’t say a fucking word right now.” His gaze remained on the extinguished fire. Then he handed her a helmet, and she put it over her head without argument. Maybe now wasn’t the time to talk.
Grabbing her hands, he secured them around his waist, patting them into place. She held on, turning her head and forcing her body to relax. There didn’t seem to be much of a choice.
She bent her legs and set her boots behind his, holding on, her heart racing. She’d never ridden on a motorcycle before, and this close, she could finally touch his spectacular body. The feeling of his hard torso against her chest, the touch of his rippled abs beneath her hands, and the rumble of the machine between her legs nearly threw her into an orgasm. She had to fight the brief spasm and return to reality.
His already solid body went rock hard.
She stiffened. He’d felt that. He knew. She tried to pull her hands away, but he set his palms over hers. Hard.
She gulped.
Then he drove away from the curb and they were flying. Fast and wild, totally free. Exhilaration filled her, and she held on, her head thrown back with pure pleasure. There was no feeling like it. Anywhere at all.
She allowed herself nearly an hour of just enjoying the ride before she began to take notice of the bikes around them. About half had women riding behind the driver, and those stayed in the middle of the pack. Up ahead and behind, and even to the sides, single riders drove. Mostly male but also a few females riding solo.
Bear rode to Sam’s right with a petite woman, probably half his size, holding on to his waist. Her long, curly black hair flowed down her back, and she held tight, with her face tilted to the sun. Hey. She wasn’t wearing a helmet; nor were many of the other riders. Were they all immortal?
Honor turned to the left to see Sam’s lawyer, or buddy, or whoever he pretended to be. Garrett Kayrs. He rode steadily, his body relaxed, with a buxom brunette holding on to his waist, her fingernails a light pink. She also wore a helmet, so she must be another human.
Energy flowed through Honor, calm and sure. Oh. The impending feeling that she was about to cause a fire was gone. She closed her eyes and reached out with her senses, finding a solid wall of safety in front of her. Around her. Her essence mixed with Sam’s…all flowing easily. No disturbances. No explosions and no flames.
Desire filled her senses, winding around them both. His body remained taut, and she sensed tension rolling off him, stronger than anything else. She dug her fingers into his abs, caressing each ridge. Each hard-as-stone ridge.
A low sound rumbled back to her.
Had he growled?
She couldn’t help herself. Holding her breath, she swept her fingers beneath his waistband, touching the bare skin at his waist. His heated skin.
Her throat was parched. Her head ached. Her entire body pulsed with need.
She lost track of time.
Finally, Bear signaled something, and the group moved en masse off the interstate and down an exit, driving through a quiet neighborhood to a vacant park, bright with fallen red and gold leaves. The bikers all parked along a curbed area, and Sam pulled up and cut the engine.
Her ears still rang, and her body still pulsed.
In one impossibly smooth motion, Sam twisted his torso, hooked her around the waist, and lifted her off the bike so that she straddled his hips, her breasts crushed against his chest. He ripped off her helmet and threw it over his head, dismounted, and marched toward the trees.
Then his mouth was on hers.
* * * *
Sam took her mouth with all the pent-up frustration of the last few days, hoping someone caught the helmet. He filled both hands with her spectacular ass and strode toward a stand of trees he’d clocked the second they’d arrived. She tasted like strawberries and honey, and he kissed her harder, finally taking what he wanted.
She tunneled both hands through his hair, kissing him back, her body gyrating against his. He kept going until the only sounds around them were wind and the rustle of leaves beneath his feet. Then he settled her back against a tree and slowly released her lips. He let his mouth wander along her jaw, over one high cheekbone to her ear, where he nipped the shell and then bit down on the lobe.
“Sam,” she whispered, clutching his hair.
Yeah. One of the sweetest sounds ever. Her voice was soft with need and her body one rigid line of hunger against him.
His cock tried to punch through his jeans. He lifted his head, scouting the area with every sense, making sure they were safe.
Then he looked at her. That glorious hair fell in curls down her shoulders, and her eyes shimmered with a mixture of shocked innocence and sultry need. The combination drove his lust hotter than any fire. Her sweet lips were a brighter pink from his kiss.
She blinked, her legs spread around his hips, her core against his.
Shouting came from a distance, but he didn’t care. Not at all.
He lowered his head so he could capture her gaze. Keeping it, he kissed her again, wanting more of her. She tentatively slid her tongue against him, and any self-control he’d planned to maintain blew into pieces. He dove into her mouth until the entire world narrowed to the two of them and his blood pounded through his veins. Honor. So fucking soft and sweet and defiant. Yeah, he liked that about her, too.
She bit into his bottom lip, and it was all he could do not to rip her clothes off and take her on the bed of leaves. He growled low, and she shivered in response. Good to know. Then he kissed her jaw, and she tilted her head to grant him better access. Taking full advantage, he scraped his fangs down her delicate neck while plunging one hand inside her jeans.
Her gasp and body jerk spurred him on, and he found her, lightly pinching her clit. She went off like a rocket, hot and fast, crying out his name.
He kissed her again, swallowing the sound. It was for him. Only for him.
A set of bushes exploded next to him, and he jumped away, keeping her safe.
The soft sound of surrender she made when coming down nearly killed him. He removed his hand and set her shirt back in place. “Hold on.” He set her down and turned to stomp out the fire, careful not to burn his ankles.
She looked at the smoldering ashes.
He reached for her. “We’re going to figure that out.” They couldn’t be starting the world on fire.
Her doe-soft eyes cleared. Surprise appeared on her face and then embarrassment.
“No,” he growled, moving his face to within an inch of hers. “You can be pissed, you can be surprised, you can even be so hungry you beg, but there’s no embarrassment. Not between us. Got it?”
She slowly nodded. Even so, she looked bewildered. Endearingly so.