Kissing is overrated.
At least in Vince’s mind. The fact that he avoids kissing hasn’t stopped him from getting what he wants from women. But now he’s shared a little too much with his co-worker, Tori—and she’s made it her personal mission to change his opinion. After all, what happens in Sturgis, stays in Sturgis.
Or does it?
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Vince was starting to wonder how long it took for a woman to pee in the forest when Tori reappeared. There was a faint light very low in the sky and she was silhouetted against it.
She moved cat-like toward him, and he dropped his foot to the ground to stabilize the bike. Instead of mounting behind him as he’d anticipated, she placed both hands on his shoulders and swung a leg over the tank, straddling it so that she was facing him.
Without thought, his arms came up to brace her backside. Her hands moved to grasp the collar of his leather jacket.
Holy shit, this is hot!
She pulled him into her, bringing his mouth to hers in a simple brushing kiss.
“Another session?” he murmured.
“No,” she said. “This is for the sheer pleasure of it.”
This kiss wasn’t like the others. It was more… authentic was the word that came to mind. There was something behind it that hinted at a much deeper passion than she’d let on thus far.
“Whose pleasure?” he managed, a bit unnerved by the sensations slithering up his spine.
“You tell me,” she said.
But before he could answer she captured his mouth again. He shut everything else out. He became aware of Tori’s breathing, the way her back arched toward him…
His hands pushed aside her leather jacket, then wrapped around her waist, feeling the muscles taut across her stomach. It was breaking the rules, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. He caressed her waist and her sides, resisting the urge to slip higher, to the soft swell of the underside of her breasts.
“I love the way the Harley feels,” she murmured against his mouth. “Don’t you?”
