you instead of standing there wearing a dark helmet looking all menacing,” she said.
“What are you doing walking down the road all by yourself? You should have stayed with the car and called for help.” He put his helmet on the handle bar of the bike and crossed his arms across his broad chest. She pulled her eyes up to his. He was actually glowering at her.
“I would have if my phone weren’t dead. Can I borrow yours to call someone?”
“I never bring it with me when I ride my bike. Hop on and I’ll give you a ride.” He opened a small compartment at the back of the bike and pulled out another helmet.
She stared at it as he held it out to her. “No way am I getting on that bike.” She shook her head.
“It’s either that or walk and from the looks of those shoes you won’t be getting far on foot.”
“I’m wearing a skirt. I can’t get on the back of a bike wearing this.” His eyes went to her legs as she tugged on the red skirt that fell several inches above her knees. It was shorter than what she was used to wearing, but being around Liz always made her feel frumpy so she had compensated by wearing the suit her friend had talked her into buying last year. Not that showing a few more inches of leg would matter. People’s eyes would always go to Liz when they were in a room together. Diana could be completely naked, and they still would have eyes only for her stepsister.
***
Zack had nearly lost control of his bike when he caught sight of a sexy behind in a red skirt walking down the road. Then she had turned around, and his anger flared. The little idiot was walking down the street in a red skirt that hugged every delicious curve. Didn’t she know how dangerous that was? Now she was refusing to get on his bike?
What was he supposed to do?
Leave her on the side of the road where she would be easy prey for anyone with nefarious ideas? No way. She was getting on that bike if he had to throw her over his lap and hold her there the whole way.
He set the helmet on her head and fastened it. “You don’t have a choice, kitten. I’m not leaving you here alone, so you can either get on my bike willingly or—”
“Or what?” He had made her mad. She was beautiful when she was spitting fire at him.
“Save us both the trouble and get on.” He grabbed his helmet and put it on.
“Oh all right.” She stomped over to him. “But not a word of this to anyone. Ever.”
He was glad she couldn’t see his smile because she hated being laughed at. He flipped down his face cover and swung his leg over the back of the bike. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw those long legs exposed as she hiked up her skirt to get on behind him. Feeling her bare thighs hugging him was even worse. He had serious doubts he could drive without running them off the road and into a ditch.
Her arms came around him loosely then quickly tightened when he took off. The irony was he had taken his bike out for a long drive to clear his head of Diana Mathison. Now here he was with her body wrapped around him. He had a sinking feeling she was wrapping herself around more than just his body. His heart felt oddly cocooned in the palm of her hand as she laid her head on his back.
A few minutes later, with a sigh of relief, he made the turn onto the drive of the Mathison mansion. Parking in front, he turned off the bike and reached back to help her get off, once again getting an eyeful of those long, sexy legs.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said as she pulled off the helmet and held it out to him.
“No problem.” He had also taken off his helmet. It had gotten very hot during that ride, and he needed to feel the breeze on his skin. He returned her helmet to the compartment.
“Well, I—um—need to go in. The social worker from Child Protective Services will be here any minute, and I need to go get cleaned up.”
He was glad to see she was as affected as he was. “Don’t worry about your car. I’ll stop by Gavin’s
“What are you doing walking down the road all by yourself? You should have stayed with the car and called for help.” He put his helmet on the handle bar of the bike and crossed his arms across his broad chest. She pulled her eyes up to his. He was actually glowering at her.
“I would have if my phone weren’t dead. Can I borrow yours to call someone?”
“I never bring it with me when I ride my bike. Hop on and I’ll give you a ride.” He opened a small compartment at the back of the bike and pulled out another helmet.
She stared at it as he held it out to her. “No way am I getting on that bike.” She shook her head.
“It’s either that or walk and from the looks of those shoes you won’t be getting far on foot.”
“I’m wearing a skirt. I can’t get on the back of a bike wearing this.” His eyes went to her legs as she tugged on the red skirt that fell several inches above her knees. It was shorter than what she was used to wearing, but being around Liz always made her feel frumpy so she had compensated by wearing the suit her friend had talked her into buying last year. Not that showing a few more inches of leg would matter. People’s eyes would always go to Liz when they were in a room together. Diana could be completely naked, and they still would have eyes only for her stepsister.
***
Zack had nearly lost control of his bike when he caught sight of a sexy behind in a red skirt walking down the road. Then she had turned around, and his anger flared. The little idiot was walking down the street in a red skirt that hugged every delicious curve. Didn’t she know how dangerous that was? Now she was refusing to get on his bike?
What was he supposed to do?
Leave her on the side of the road where she would be easy prey for anyone with nefarious ideas? No way. She was getting on that bike if he had to throw her over his lap and hold her there the whole way.
He set the helmet on her head and fastened it. “You don’t have a choice, kitten. I’m not leaving you here alone, so you can either get on my bike willingly or—”
“Or what?” He had made her mad. She was beautiful when she was spitting fire at him.
“Save us both the trouble and get on.” He grabbed his helmet and put it on.
“Oh all right.” She stomped over to him. “But not a word of this to anyone. Ever.”
He was glad she couldn’t see his smile because she hated being laughed at. He flipped down his face cover and swung his leg over the back of the bike. He nearly swallowed his tongue when he saw those long legs exposed as she hiked up her skirt to get on behind him. Feeling her bare thighs hugging him was even worse. He had serious doubts he could drive without running them off the road and into a ditch.
Her arms came around him loosely then quickly tightened when he took off. The irony was he had taken his bike out for a long drive to clear his head of Diana Mathison. Now here he was with her body wrapped around him. He had a sinking feeling she was wrapping herself around more than just his body. His heart felt oddly cocooned in the palm of her hand as she laid her head on his back.
A few minutes later, with a sigh of relief, he made the turn onto the drive of the Mathison mansion. Parking in front, he turned off the bike and reached back to help her get off, once again getting an eyeful of those long, sexy legs.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said as she pulled off the helmet and held it out to him.
“No problem.” He had also taken off his helmet. It had gotten very hot during that ride, and he needed to feel the breeze on his skin. He returned her helmet to the compartment.
“Well, I—um—need to go in. The social worker from Child Protective Services will be here any minute, and I need to go get cleaned up.”
He was glad to see she was as affected as he was. “Don’t worry about your car. I’ll stop by Gavin’s
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