Will guessed that no matter what his mate had looked like, he would have thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world anyway. He was just lucky she actually was.
Making sure her gloves were tight over her hands, he stepped back so she could swing her leg over her bike. She started it and revved the engine a bit before turning to him and cocking her helmeted head to the side. The visor was still open, so he could see her cute little raised eyebrow.
Giving her a dashing smile, he returned to his own ride and pulled his helmet and gloves on. He was anticipating the moment she leaned over and put her bike in gear. He was guessing it was going to be a burned in memory for him, and he didn’t want to miss it.
He was right.
Delaney kicked the bike into first and leaned over the tank to ride out to the road. The action of leaning over stretched that white leather over her ample ass, and Will was grateful he could let out the growling moan, and she couldn’t hear it. That ass was his now, and he was going to buy her leathers in every color so he’d have a rainbow of memories of that sweet ass leaning over her bike. Maybe some pictures too; he knew the best photographer in Vegas. He could just imagine a life size picture of her on the bike above their bed.
Pushing that thought aside, he flipped his visor down and started up his bike. He pulled in behind her telling her she was lead, and they revved off into the tight turns of the Dragon.
Chapter Thirteen
I t had been a while since Delaney had been on a long ride. She snickered to herself that it was just like riding a bicycle, once you got on it all came back to you in muscle memory. She kept her speed safe but still fast enough to enjoy the G’s she was pulling on the switchback turns. The sound of her motor was almost drowned out by the huge bike that was following behind her. Will was at her back, and for some reason, she liked knowing he was so close.
He probably wanted to take the drive a lot faster, but Delaney knew the dangers of the road and kept it reasonable. They drove out to the dam and parked their bikes. Pulling off her helmet, she immediately tried to smooth down any flyaways.
She saw that Will still looked model perfect when his helmet came off.
“You want to take the lead on the way out?” she asked, trying to be gracious and share a little.
“And miss the chance to stare at your ass? No, thank you.” He settled his helmet on his seat.
“I’m going to assume you’re joking because your eyes should have been on the road,” she scoffed.
“Nope, I figured following your curves were just as safe as watching the road.” He moved around his bike towards her.
Delaney saw him walking, but her brain was telling her that it wasn’t so casual. The man stalked; it was a graceful rolling gait that seemed to move him wherever he went. It was mesmerizing, and she had to swallow past the lump in her throat.
She braced herself as he got closer, then stopped breathing as he moved somehow even farther into her personal space. Delaney was at least half expecting the kiss that came her way. Those hands warm from his gloves scooped around her neck and pulled her towards his mouth.
This time, it wasn’t a sweet but sexy good morning kiss. This time, it was an open mouth, breath sucking kiss that had her melting against his chest. She felt his arms pull her tighter towards him as his hands tilted her head one direction then the other as he devoured her mouth. His tongue was tangling up against hers, and he tasted so freaking amazing.
Hands down it was the best kiss she’d ever had. And lucky for her it wasn’t a short one. Every minute or so, he would push her a fraction of an inch away so they both could suck in panting breaths before his mouth crashed back down on hers. She could feel the hard length of him against her, and she couldn’t resist rubbing up against it like a needy cat seeking attention.
“Monkey, that’s going to get you into