“What are you doing?” she demanded, glancing over her shoulder at him. But because of the thickness of the helmet, she couldn’t see him, although she could certainly feel the warmth of his legs surrounding her.
“You’re shorter than me,” he explained softly.
Goodness, he felt good! “I know that, but…?”
“This bike is designed for my height, Kinsley. A rider needs to have their feet flat on the ground. You can’t do that.”
Made sense, but at the moment, she was thinking more about him than the bike. “So, I shouldn’t be driving your bike!”
He rubbed his thumb along her waist, just a subtle move, but she felt it throughout her whole body. “I’m just here to steady the bike. And trust me, if you start to lose control, I’ll take over and get you back on track.”
For some reason, that seemed to calm her. Yes, there was the delicious feeling of him pressed against her back and hips. That was distracting. But at the same time, feeling him behind her, knowing that he was right there, ready to take over…that made her feel better. Safer and…okay, more fun.
“Right. So, what do I do?”
He pointed to the button to start the engine. “Press that button and,” he put her hands on the handles, “turn this slightly.”
He went through the steps to start the bike and a moment later, it roared to life underneath her. It was an amazing sensation to feel the power of the bike between her legs. It was…oddly stimulating. Lincoln showed her how to increase the acceleration, put the bike into gear, and…they were off! She was driving the motorcycle! Granted, he was right behind her, his hands on the gears as well, but she was doing it!
“Wow!” she laughed, feeling the air breeze through her helmet. “This is great!”
“I won’t say it,” he teased. Riding like this was thrilling! And deliciously intimate. Shockingly so!
“You won’t say what?” she asked, grinning so wide that her teeth dried out.
“I won’t say ‘I told you so’.”
She laughed, unconcerned and just enjoyed the ride. She kept the speed under twenty-five miles an hour, so it wasn’t as if they were flying. She knew that Lincoln drove the bike faster around his private track. But this…she was shocked by how much she loved this! She loved feeling the breeze in her face and hair, even through the helmet.
He took her down to the track, which allowed her to practice turns. That was a bit more complicated than a straight driveway, but he was right there, helping her when she overcompensated.
An hour later, he helped her drive the bike back to the garage. When the motor shut off, there was an almost deafening silence and she held very still. Now that she wasn’t concentrating on driving, she was painfully conscious of Lincoln pressed against her.
No, that wasn’t quite true. She’d been conscious of him behind her the whole time. But now, she was intimately conscious. She could even tell that he was conscious! She could feel his awareness against her bottom and…!
He pushed the kickstand into place and steadied the bike, then stood up. They took off their helmets and Kinsley stared up at him. He stood by the bike and she…she wanted him to come back to her. She wanted to feel the warmth of his body surround her again. She felt suddenly bereft. As if she’d lost a part of herself when he’d stood up.
Slowly, Kinsley climbed off the bike, blinking nervously as they stood staring at each other. For a long moment, she wanted to throw herself into his arms and feel those strong arms around her. She wanted to lift up onto her toes, kiss him, and finally find out what it would be like to be kissed by Lincoln.
“I need to go,” she announced abruptly. Turning on her heel, she rushed over to the side of the warehouse where she’d left her purse before they’d driven the bike down to the track. “Thank you for the lesson,” she said, not looking at him. Because if she looked at him, she wasn’t sure she could hold herself back from…doing something embarrassing.
Employer! Boss! Those words didn’t seem to make a difference in the way she felt just now. She wanted Lincoln. She wanted him with an intensity that she wasn’t sure how to handle. Never in her life had she been this attracted to a man. Add in the adventure on the motorcycle and she was about to do something incredibly stupid.
Before walking away, she remembered her manners and turned, looking up at him.
“Goodbye. And thank you again for dinner last night.” With those polite words uttered, she hugged her purse to her chest and hurried down the driveway towards the warehouse building. As she rounded the corner, Kinsley turned and looked over her shoulder, wanting just one more look at Lincoln. She didn’t expect him to be there. Hoped that he wasn’t. And even if he was still there, he was probably putting his motorcycle back in the garage or doing something else.
But when she looked back, he was staring at her, his hands fisted on his hips.
Lincoln watched Kinsley hurry away, his body throbbing, aching to bury himself in her heat. As she looked back at him, he willed himself to remain still. She was practically engaged. She was running away from him. Damn it, he wanted her. Logic had no effect on his lust. He needed her. Not merely in a sexual way, but there was definitely that component. No, Lincoln needed Kinsley for more than just sex. When he’d woken up this morning, he’d struggled to get over his irritation that he wouldn’t see her today. He’d tried to lose himself in tinkering with one of his projects, but
