Free Taming The Biker - A MC Biker Romantic Suspense Story by K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra Page B

cold hands, Kitten.”  
    “Sorry,” I said, enjoying how warm his skin was, not to mention how sexy his abs felt under my palms. I scooted forward until we were as close as could be and then laid my cheek against the back of his leather jacket.
    He patted my knee. “Let’s get you home.”
     

Chapter Nine
     
     

     
     
    When Adriana’s hands touched my waist, it started a fire in my lower belly and made my zipper unbearably tight. I kept my cool, however. The last thing I needed was for her to realize that I wanted to bang the fuck out of her myself, after she’d almost been raped.
    “Damn, you’ve got cold hands, Kitten,” I said, gritting my teeth as her fingers slid over my skin.
    “Sorry,” she said, snuggling up against me.
    Releasing my breath, I patted her leg in reassurance. I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. I wasn’t like that fuck-head, Jason. The one who was going to get his ass handed to him when I found the prick. “Let’s get you home.”
    “Okay,” she said, gripping my waist even more tightly as we began to roll.
    I pulled out of the parking lot, relishing the fact that the roads were empty and I had a beautiful woman on the back of my bike. The only thing that could make it better would be the feel of her hand sliding further south. I brushed the lewd thoughts away and tilted my face up toward the wind, hoping it would cool me the fuck down. Here, I’d just gotten my dick sucked an hour ago and my mind was still in the gutter. But, there was something so fresh and sexy about Adriana. Something that intrigued me so much that I was out rescuing her ass at two-thirty in the morning. This was surprising, even for me. Especially after my experience with Brandy. 
    “You okay?” I hollered over the rumble of the engine as we turned onto the highway and began to pick up speed.
    Laughing, she raised her thumb.
    I smiled.
    The roads were clear on the trip back to my house, but I stayed the speed limit, even taking a longer route, just so the trip would last longer. Having her on the back of my bike and holding onto me like she was felt pretty fucking good.
    “I want one,” said Adriana, when I pulled up to my garage, fifteen minutes later.
    I smiled at her over my shoulder. “A motorcycle?”
    “Yes. Oh, my God, that was so amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never been on one of these before.”
    I turned off the engine. “It’s even more amazing during the day. Especially when you’re touring across the countryside with the sun in your face, your back against the wind, and the stereo cranked. It doesn’t get much better than that.”
    “It sounds like a lot of fun. Do you take many road-trips?”
    I ran my hands through my hair, wishing I would have worn it back in a ponytail. “Not enough.”
    “Huh.” She looked around my garage. “Wow, is that your Chevelle?”
    “Yeah. You into muscle cars?”
    “I always thought they were cool. What year is it?”
    “It’s a ’67 S.S.”
    “It’s sexy,” she said, walking over to it.
    “I just had it repainted,” I said, following her.
    “What color was it before?”
    “It was the same color. Black.”
    She leaned down and looked into the window. “It’s beautiful. Do you take it out much?”
    “Sometimes. It’s fall now, though, so I probably won’t take it out any more this year,” I replied.
    “I don’t blame you,” she said turning around. When she noticed how close we were, she slid sideways and moved around me. “Thanks for letting me stay at your place. The fresh air felt great, but I’m so tired. I can’t wait to sleep.”
    “I bet. Do you have to work later?” I asked, not even sure if she had a job. All I knew was that she was in college.
    She nodded. “Yeah. At six-thirty. In the evening, thank God.”
    “Where do you work?”
    “I work part-time at Dazzle.”
    “The jewelry store?”
    Adriana nodded. “My mom owns it. Normally I don’t work Saturday nights, but I promised I’d help