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said.
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” she enquired, suddenly anxious lest she had misinterpreted his silence during the ride.
“Oh yes, very much,” he said, and she could tell that he meant it. Without warning she felt awkward. She didn’t know what to say to him now, having spent so long in silent enjoyment of his presence.
Really she knew virtually nothing about the man.
“I suppose we should get your friend’s bike back to him, so that he can stop worrying,” she said, hanging her helmet from one handlebar.
“It’d probably be a load off his mind,” he replied, his breathing already slowed back to a normal speed. He had a fantastic recovery rate. She had strong views about a needing to take good care of one’s body, and it certainly looked like Justin was making the most of the impressive gifts he’d been given by nature.He was a consummate athlete, totally physically competent, the penultimate healthy male animal.
And each time she thought about his masculinity she felt tendrils of heat unfurl through her body, her heart beating heavily. It was like she’d been asleep as a woman, her feminine nature ignored as an inconvenience. And she hadn’t missed it. Or at least, had never admitted missing it. The feelings this man roused in her left her reeling in confusion, searching for solid ground.
They both dismounted and walked slowly back toward the driveway of the big house. Under the shade of the final pohutukawa he stopped, and so did she, looking up at him warily with her head cocked, one hand fiddling with the buckle of her helmet.
“That was quite something.”
“The ride?” she asked.
“That was good too. I was thinking more of a couple of hours watching you work. You have a magnificent body you know. It’s fascinating. With all that beautiful scenery, I know which part of it I like the most.”
He stood only inches away from her now, his bike held upright by an idle hand, all his attention on her. The sun shone on his blonde hair, which gleamed like gold in the light. She could smell him, the scent of clean male sweat, sandalwood and a faint musk. His eyes were a ferocious blue.
She blinked at him, wide-eyed, as she suddenly formed a mental picture of what he had been looking at for the past couple of hours from his position to one side and slightly behind her. She had focused on the landscape, but apparently his mind had been elsewhere at least some of the time.
When she didn’t respond he took a small sideways step, bringing his body within a whisper of touching hers. She looked helplessly up at him, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
“Two hours of torture, locked in my own head. All I can do is stare at you and imagine doing this,” he lowered his head to brush his lips gently over her startled, open mouth.
“Huh,” she said, more the quiver of her diaphragm than an actual word.
“And this,” he continued, sliding his mouth across hers, once, twice, and then settling there as lightly as butterfly wings. He ran his fingertips up her arm. She swayed towards him. He urged her closer with just the pads of his fingers. With a sigh she met his body with hers.
The kiss deepened. Then he put one big hand on her waist and tugged her off balance so she was pressed against him from knee to breast. She only reflexively managed to keep her bike upright as she leaned on the rigid wall of rippling muscle that was him after a good workout.
She relaxed into him, her soft curves melting on his hardness. She sighed again into his mouth, and he skimmed his tongue between her lips. As her own came hesitantly to meet it, his hand cupped her neck. Distantly she heard the sound of their bikes falling to the grassy ground, and was glad to find both hands suddenly free to run over the muscles of his back.
Hope we didn’t snap the bike, she thought muzzily, and then he took her beyond thinking with his kiss.
He dipped deeper, the decadent slide of his tongue on hers so strange
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” she enquired, suddenly anxious lest she had misinterpreted his silence during the ride.
“Oh yes, very much,” he said, and she could tell that he meant it. Without warning she felt awkward. She didn’t know what to say to him now, having spent so long in silent enjoyment of his presence.
Really she knew virtually nothing about the man.
“I suppose we should get your friend’s bike back to him, so that he can stop worrying,” she said, hanging her helmet from one handlebar.
“It’d probably be a load off his mind,” he replied, his breathing already slowed back to a normal speed. He had a fantastic recovery rate. She had strong views about a needing to take good care of one’s body, and it certainly looked like Justin was making the most of the impressive gifts he’d been given by nature.He was a consummate athlete, totally physically competent, the penultimate healthy male animal.
And each time she thought about his masculinity she felt tendrils of heat unfurl through her body, her heart beating heavily. It was like she’d been asleep as a woman, her feminine nature ignored as an inconvenience. And she hadn’t missed it. Or at least, had never admitted missing it. The feelings this man roused in her left her reeling in confusion, searching for solid ground.
They both dismounted and walked slowly back toward the driveway of the big house. Under the shade of the final pohutukawa he stopped, and so did she, looking up at him warily with her head cocked, one hand fiddling with the buckle of her helmet.
“That was quite something.”
“The ride?” she asked.
“That was good too. I was thinking more of a couple of hours watching you work. You have a magnificent body you know. It’s fascinating. With all that beautiful scenery, I know which part of it I like the most.”
He stood only inches away from her now, his bike held upright by an idle hand, all his attention on her. The sun shone on his blonde hair, which gleamed like gold in the light. She could smell him, the scent of clean male sweat, sandalwood and a faint musk. His eyes were a ferocious blue.
She blinked at him, wide-eyed, as she suddenly formed a mental picture of what he had been looking at for the past couple of hours from his position to one side and slightly behind her. She had focused on the landscape, but apparently his mind had been elsewhere at least some of the time.
When she didn’t respond he took a small sideways step, bringing his body within a whisper of touching hers. She looked helplessly up at him, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
“Two hours of torture, locked in my own head. All I can do is stare at you and imagine doing this,” he lowered his head to brush his lips gently over her startled, open mouth.
“Huh,” she said, more the quiver of her diaphragm than an actual word.
“And this,” he continued, sliding his mouth across hers, once, twice, and then settling there as lightly as butterfly wings. He ran his fingertips up her arm. She swayed towards him. He urged her closer with just the pads of his fingers. With a sigh she met his body with hers.
The kiss deepened. Then he put one big hand on her waist and tugged her off balance so she was pressed against him from knee to breast. She only reflexively managed to keep her bike upright as she leaned on the rigid wall of rippling muscle that was him after a good workout.
She relaxed into him, her soft curves melting on his hardness. She sighed again into his mouth, and he skimmed his tongue between her lips. As her own came hesitantly to meet it, his hand cupped her neck. Distantly she heard the sound of their bikes falling to the grassy ground, and was glad to find both hands suddenly free to run over the muscles of his back.
Hope we didn’t snap the bike, she thought muzzily, and then he took her beyond thinking with his kiss.
He dipped deeper, the decadent slide of his tongue on hers so strange
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