Free Assure Her (Assured Distraction Book 1) by Thia Finn Page B

I’ll just be extra careful.” He gave her The Smirk. She was beginning to believe that he pulled that look out to get his own way.
    “Yeah, so, if I ever get back on here, I still want you to be extra careful. Actually, I want you to be extra careful any time you’re on this thing. You realize I don’t have a clue how to do this?” Her mother would have a stroke on the spot if she saw this happening.
    “It’s simple,” he threw his leg over the bike and took his seat, “put your foot on the peg, throw your leg over, scoot up as close to me as you can get and hang on to me. Most of all, relax and enjoy it.”
    She did as instructed, and then he reached behind him and grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her toward him, sliding her ass along the leather of the seat until her legs were snug against his hips. Oh my. Then he grabbed her hands where they were resting loosely on the sides of his waist and wrapped her arms tight around his body, overlapping her hands at his belly, and pressing her breasts against his back. There’s no way he couldn’t feel that, because she surely could... oh my. It might have been a casual touch for him, to have a woman’s arms and legs wrapped around his body, but for her the feeling of this man between her thighs, was sending shockwaves to her core.
    The motorcycle roared to life, and then he kicked it into gear and they entered traffic. Her fear level shot to the top of the scale. Each move the bike made caused them to rub against each other, and she was hyperaware of the electricity that jolted her system. She wondered if this was how all motorcycle rides were, because, if so, then she was beginning to understand the appeal. Trying to simply breathe, she turned her head to the side, pressed her cheek to his back and prayed the entire way home.
    Keeton was in Hog Heaven. He liked the feel of her wrapped around him. He just laughed to himself at how rigid she sat behind him. Her small hands stayed in place the entire ride as if she was afraid to move them. He knew she was petrified, but he loved it. Getting around in traffic and parking in this city was so much easier on the Harley. He hoped she would get used to it, because he could certainly get used to having her wrapped around him. The sparks were definitely there. He couldn’t decide if this was a good or bad thing, considering the close confines they were about to find themselves in.
    Despite arriving at her house unscathed, her legs were trembling when she tried to climb off. Clinging so tightly to her driver the whole way had fatigued and cramped her muscles and she barely had the strength to climb off, let alone stand. She handed him the helmet, curtsied shakily, and with the same formal language from before the
    ride, thanked him for the adrenaline rush, “Thank you, kind sir, for seeing me safely to my humble abode.”
    Keeton laughed at her again. “You know, you could get back on and go to my place and join me for pizza and beer. I might even be able to scrounge up a bottle of wine.”
    “I don’t know, Keeton. I’m pretty tired. Today was another long day. Maybe I should say goodnight now.”
    “Oh, come on Chan, live a little. Two motorcycle rides in one day would give you some exciting events to write about in your journal.”
    She looked at him strangely. How did he know I still wrote in a journal? She had been doing it for years.
    Taking one look at her face, he knew what was going on in that mind of hers. “You actually write in a journal, don’t you?” Chandler gave him a shoulder shrug, feeling like she had divulged a secret she would have rather kept to herself.
    “Now you have to come over so you’ll have a great entry to add about today.”
    “I don’t write every day, just so you know. I only write in it when I feel like I have something going on that’s a big deal or something I want to remember.”
    “Chan, you hurt me deeply. Are you saying that spending time with me is not a big deal to