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“Everything’s fine. I just wanted to see if you fancied grabbing lunch?”
“I’ve actually finished for the day now, so yeah, that would be great. There are some decent-ish places quite close.”
“Or you let me take you somewhere that’s actually nice and not some greasy spoon.”
“Where do you have in mind?”
I handed her my helmet.
She hesitated, staring at the black and chrome bike between my thighs. “I’ve never been on a bike before,” she admitted.
“It’s easy.” Leaning over, I tugged my helmet over her auburn hair, securing it under her chin. “You just put your feet here.” I pointed. “And hold on.”
“I don’t know, Legacy. It’s not very safe.”
I met her eyes with mine, unblinking. “I’ll keep you safe, Kate. I promise.”
“Ok.” Hoisting up her dress, she climbed behind me, carefully positioning her feet where I had told her and wrapping her arms around my waist.
And that’s when I realised my mistake. And it was a big one. She was wearing a skirt and, with the way her body was pressed so closely to mine, I could imagine the proximity of her panty covered core.
And the very thought was delicious.
Chapter Seven
Kate
“This place?” Confused, I stared at the hole in the wall cafe Legacy had parked outside of. It looked nice enough. Like a thousand other little cafes in the city, but it didn’t look nice enough to warrant the thirty-minute drive.
“Trust me,” he chuckled over his shoulder. Not making any move to get off, he just sat there, and I sat right behind him with my skirt gathered up so high on my thighs that if he moved, people walking past would get flashed by my very boring, greying underwear. “It’s the best place for miles around.”
“Well, I’m looking forward to it then; I’m starving, but honestly, I would have been okay with a sandwich. Would have been quicker.”
Legacy’s rumbling chuckle vibrated against my front. “We could have ordered already if you would hurry up and get off, Kate.”
“Oh.” Blushing, I bumped my head against his shoulder softly. The helmet hitting the leather with a soft thwack.
“And stop beating me up with my own helmet as well.”
Getting off the bike was harder than getting on. I hadn’t realised until I got off that the constant vibrations between my thighs had obviously had an effect on my body. My legs felt like jelly and there were other parts, parts between my legs that I didn't want to even think about.
“Helmet off, Kate. There’s a bank close by and we don’t want anyone to think you're planning on robbing it and calling the old bill.” He laughed and my blush deepened. Truth was, I didn’t want to take the helmet off. Not yet. Not until I had given the heat on my cheeks a chance to fade and my breathing to settle.
The ride had been exhilarating, to say the least. And not just because it was on the back of a motorcycle.
“Off.” Two strong hands pulled the helmet free of my head and Legacy froze, his sharp eyes no doubt taking in my flushed cheeks and parted mouth. His tongue came out to dampen his lips, and he muttered something unintelligible.
He didn’t say anything more as I continued to smooth my dress down over my legs. At least he couldn’t see how much I had enjoyed being behind him and having him between my thighs. He might have suspected since my heated cheeks were evidence enough, but he didn’t know for sure and I held onto that.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Kate.” He finally spoke, but I kind of wished he hadn’t. “Lots of women have the same reaction.”
“What the hell, Legacy!” I ducked my head, hiding my face against his shoulder. He had to say it, didn’t he? And by doing so, he made it real. Why couldn’t he have just stayed silent and then I could have forgotten all about it? Now he had uttered the words I couldn’t hide away from the fact that I was more turned on from a short bike ride than I had been in ten years.
“It’s okay, Kate. It’s not the first time I’ve seen you turned on. Remember when Paul—” He stopped abruptly as if suddenly realising what he was saying. “Sorry, that was too far.”
Yeah, it was. But not because I was thinking about my dead husband, because it hadn't been Paul I was thinking about on that bike.
For the first time in ten years, it wasn’t Paul’s face I thought of that made my pussy throb.
