Kiss the Cook by D'Alessandro Jacquie

Author:D'Alessandro, Jacquie [D'Alessandro, Jacquie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-08-25T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Fifteen minutes later the sun was just slipping beneath the horizon, bathing the sky with a palette of pinks and oranges. Chris cruised the Harley down the road, feeling the tension of the past several hectic weeks ease from his body and mind. There was nothing like a motorcycle ride on gorgeous summer evening to relax him.

And there was nothing like a curvy female body pressed against his back, hugging his waist, to remind him that not every part of his body was relaxed.

"You okay back there?" he shouted.

He felt her helmet unjam itself from between his shoulder blades and knew she'd finally lifted her head.

"Prop your chin on my shoulder," he urged. "I promise you'll love it."

It took her a minute, but she finally settled her chin on his shoulder.

"I don't have to open my eyes, do I?" she yelled.

"If you don't, you'll miss the most beautiful sunset you've ever seen," he yelled back.

They drove on in silence, along a tree-lined, winding road that ran parallel to the Chattahoochee River. Chris smiled when he felt her rigid body slowly relax, loosening the death grip she had around his waist. By the time he parked in front of his condo, he suspected she'd changed her mind about motorcycles.

After turning off the ignition he looked behind him. "Well?"

She pulled off her helmet and shook her head, spreading a flurry of curls that settled like a halo around her face. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks flushed pink.

"That was awesome," she said, laughing. "Incredible."

He grinned. "I hate to say I told you so… "

"Oh, go ahead and say it. You were right, I was wrong. You're a big macho motorcycle hunk and I was a wuss." She swung her leg around and slid off, then practically danced around the bike in her excitement. "What a feeling. Like flying. Like nothing I've ever done before."

"Glad you liked it."

"Yes, sir," she enthused, patting the Harley, "I've gotta get me one of these babies." She looked at him and asked in a dead-serious tone, "How do you think I'd look in one of those black leather biker-chick outfits?"

The thought of her dressed in black leather gave him palpitations and made his knees sweat. He removed his helmet and hung it by its strap on the handlebars. "Come here."

Her eyes narrowed and a knowing, provocative, totally sexy smile curved her lips. She sauntered over to him, hips swaying. It was all he could do to remember to breath. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.

She stopped when she stood directly in front of him. Reaching out, she walked her fingers up the front of his shirt. "You'd better not be thinking about trying anything funny, big boy," she whispered in a husky drawl that tightened his groin and raised his temperature ten degrees. "I'm a real badass, bitchin', Harley babe now."

"Oh, yeah? Prove it."

"All right." She gracefully swung her leg over and straddled the leather seat facing him. Then she looped her arms around his neck and wrapped her long legs around his waist.

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