Naughty Excerpt from
Love, Lex
Excerpt
from Chapter Seven: The Ride of My Life
*the
set up: Lex and Ford go for a ride on his motorcycle
The
bike rolled into the garage and stopped. Ford pushed a button, and
the garage lights came on as the door closed. Kicking the stand, he
got to his feet and cut the engine.
Mindful
of where I sat, he lifted his leg and got off the bike. When he
removed his helmet, I noticed his eyes weren’t as dark as before.
They had hints of hazel in them. His brow furrowed into a straight
line when he caught me staring at him.
Quickly,
I looked down at the bike and reached up to take my helmet off.
“Allow
me.” His big hands came under my chin. He tilted my jaw upward.
“Such a beautiful face, Lex. I like looking at you.”
“Thank
you…”
I’d
heard the “pretty face but” backhanded compliment my entire life.
I waited for him to say, “But your body could use some work.” Or
my personal favorite, “It’s a shame you forgot to take care of
the rest of you.”
Ford
didn’t say anything of the sort. He studied me just as he did back
in the jail, from head to toe. I’m so uncomfortable. Not because of
anything he’s doing, but because usually that is when men, and
sometimes women, stop looking at me all together.
He
unfastened my chinstrap and teased, “Let’s see if your hair has
static.”
Trying
to stand, I laughed nervously.
“Stay
seated.” He removed my helmet and placed both his and mine behind
me. He swung my right leg to the left side of the bike, framing my
body with his. He cupped my face in his hands.
Hot
cop fantasy? Heck no. This was real. He was going to…
Ford
licked his bottom lip. His facial features strained, becoming
serious. The tip of his nose touched mine. I smelled mint when he
exhaled. “No roommate. Yup, I live alone.” Then he kissed me.
My
head fell back into his grip.
With
determination, he tongued me, deeply, clockwise, oh yes even his
flippin’ tongue was strong and precise, just like the way he weaved
his bike through traffic.
Enthusiastically
he unbuttoned the straps on my overalls and then without even
looking, still lip-to-lip, he worked the closure on the left side
then the right. The denim flaps fell to the front and the back.
“Stand
for a sec.” Ford lifted me up in the air as if I were a weightless
feather. He planted both my feet on the ground, and then he shanked
the overalls to my ankles.
“Ford—”
Before I could finish whatever I was going to say, he lifted up my
shirt and swiftly placed me back on the motorcycle. Worried I’d
fall, I dug my back into the seat, reached for each handlebar,
pulling myself up as I gasped and garbled some words.
He
slid his fingers through the purple waistband on my underwear.
My
entire body stood to attention.
“I
want you naked so I can admire your body, and fuck you, on my bike.”
Air,
I needed to breath. Afraid I might pass out, I inhaled through my
nostrils and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Umm, Ford,” I
whispered when he came in to kiss me again.
What
the heck was I going to say? “Excuse me, but as hawt as this whole
bike thing sounds, my Lady V and I would be more comfortable on a
bed, sofa, or even the floor.” I felt as if I might knock the bike
over any second now.
“Nervous?”
Ford sensed my apprehension.
“Very,”
I replied without thinking.
“I
told you not to be.” He repositioned himself holding my legs over
his right shoulder.
The
panties came off. Then he lifted one leg and rested it on his other
shoulder. Leaning down, his hands scooped under my back and
unfastened my bra. No directions necessary. This dude could do this
undressing thing, in the dark.
“But
Ford, ya see, I’m—”
That
tongue of magic. Thick and velvety, warm and wetter than the spot
between my legs, Ford slipped back into my mouth. This time he
rotated counterclockwise.
Dang.
Ford is an Olympic kisser. For
round two, I braced myself in his arms.
Legs
spread wide, my ass still sat on the bike.
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