Janny
slipped her arms into Nik's jacket and frowned. “I’m not exactly dressed for
taking a turn as a biker chick.”
“You’ll
never touch the ground, so it won’t matter a bit. Climb on, princess.”
She
glanced down at the dress and heels and decided practicality played no part in
fantasy. In for a penny. She stepped to him and placed her hand on his
shoulder. His lean thighs gripped the bike so it held steady as she climbed on.
She gathered her skirt between them and inched forward until the sensitive
flesh of her inner thighs pressed so close she felt the seam of his jeans. She
leaned forward, her body very aware as she pressed herself against his back.
“That’s
it. Now hold tight.” He took her hands and pulled her arms around his torso,
hugging him closer than she would have dared on her own. His nipple peaked
beneath one palm, the ridges of his abs teasing the other.
Exhilaration
shot through her, lifting her high above her usual caution. She lifted her feet
off the ground and hooked the heels of her shoes onto the pegs beneath her
legs. He lifted the kickstand and turned back to her.
“Think
of it like dancing to a song you’ve never heard, princess. Lean in and let me
lead. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”
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