Mars with Venus Rising by Hope Toler Dougherty

Author:Hope Toler Dougherty [Dougherty, Hope Toler]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781611164978
Publisher: Pelican Ventures Book Group (White Rose Publishing)
Published: 2015-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

16

Penn wobbled off the bike and let John unhook the helmet. Although she stood on firm asphalt, her entire body vibrated with the memory of the engine’s rumblings.

He ruffled her curls crushed from the helmet. “You OK?” He studied her face. “What’d I tell you? Fantastic, right?”

She hugged herself against the sensory overload and moved her head. Not exactly a nod or a shake.

“You were great, Penn. You leaned to the left with me when I needed to turn left.” He shifted left. “You leaned right when we needed to go that way.” He tilted that way.

Not wanting to end on the pavement, she’d clutched him, leaning whichever way he did. She’d closed her eyes the entire ride, trying to forget she rode the back of a two-wheeled monster. Trying to forget she was smack up against John. Impossible.

His woodsy cologne permeated her senses. Underneath her fingertips, his strong abs demanded her attention as they rippled and rolled with each turn.

“You’re a natural bike rider, lady. Way to go.” He held his palm high, waiting for her to hit it.

She lifted hers about as high as her shoulder, so he lowered his hand to hers, tapped it but didn’t let go. “I’m so proud of you, Penn.” He bent to kiss her cheek. “Seriously. I know you were scared, but you rode anyway. The aunts will love it.”

He’d kissed her.

She dragged her shaking hand from his and clutched her throat. Shaking from the ride or from his kiss? The telltale prickles of heat dotted her neck and rose to her face. Her cheek tingled where his lips touched.

“Let’s go find your aunts.” He retrieved her purse for her.

How could he expect her to move when she was still recovering from the ride? From his kiss?

His kiss.

He could expect it because the kiss was a celebratory act. An upgrade from a pat on the back. He demonstrated his pride with a peck on her cheek. No big deal.

For him.

“Penn?” He bent toward her again. Questions flickered in his eyes. “You OK?”

No. She tugged the bottom of her blouse, fluffed the curls still clinging to her scalp. Throwing her shoulders back, she adjusted her purse. “Sure. Let’s go.”

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