Ready to Fall by Olivia Dade Page A

further warning, she swung her leg over the bike, pushed the kickstand into place, and raced toward him. She landed against his chest with an audible thump, driving him back a step or two. Her arms wrapped around his back, and she gave him a mighty squeeze. He squeezed back, his eyes closing as he luxuriated in the feel of her body plastered to his.
    Just like last night, he couldn’t help but marvel at how goddamn soft she was. Her breasts, her tummy, her hips . . . all of her. Jesus, everything about her was arousing, especially when all that everything was pressed up against his everything.
    She tilted her head back, unfastening her chin strap and removing her helmet. Her grin had disappeared, but her eyes were lit with delight and . . . something else. Something that made his breath catch in his throat.
    â€œThe only reason I could do that was because of you,” she told him, her voice as quiet as he’d ever heard it. “I trusted you to teach me. I trusted that you’d know when I was ready to ride on my own. I trusted you to take care of me if I fell.”
    The affection in her eyes, in her voice, overcame him. He couldn’t help what he did next. Before her words had even fully left her mouth, he’d covered it with his own.
    Her lips were warm beneath his. So warm. For a long minute, he contented himself with simply brushing his mouth against hers, feeling the plush softness give under the slight pressure. Then he clasped the nape of her neck with one hand, the other sliding down to the small of her back. With gentle flicks of his tongue, he urged her lips to open. When they did, he eased inside, his tongue playing with hers and exploring her sweet mouth.
    Gradually, playful teasing turned into passionate hunger. They devoured one another, their tongues delving and their hands grasping. Her short fingernails bit into the back of his neck and she pulled him even closer, almost bruising his mouth with the force of her kiss.
    He slowly backed her against her car, and she moaned as her ass bumped the front fender. Without thinking, he lifted her until she was sitting on her hood. With her in that position, he didn’t need to bend down nearly as far to kiss her, and he immediately took advantage of that fact. His tongue thrust against hers, demanding her participation and passion. She pulled him closer, her legs parting to allow his hips in between.
    He groaned as his hardening cock nudged at the apex of her thighs, where he could feel heat even through layers of clothing. His hands fumbled as they reached for the hem of her long-sleeved T-shirt, but he managed to shove the thin fabric above her bra with one fierce pull.
    One hand still lifting her shirt, he slid his other over her belly and starting moving up. Triumph nearly whited out his brain when he finally felt the weight of her breast in his palm. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he searched for her nipple with his thumb.
    There. She gasped and shivered when he gave it a light flick. So he did it again, and she whimpered. Lowering his head, he began to kiss his way down her neck, hungry to feel the hard nub of her nipple against his tongue.
    She tilted her head to the side, granting him easier access. Her hands, which had been clutching his back beneath his T-shirt, roamed to the front. And the next thing he knew, one small hand was pressing against his jeans-covered cock.
    He groaned again, so loudly he managed to startle himself. And in that moment, reason returned.
    His eyes popped open, and he tore his mouth from her throat. He removed his hand from her breast, quickly tugging her T-shirt back down over her bra and belly. Then he backed a few inches away, making sure no part of him was touching any part of her.
    â€œThat was a mistake. Another one.” He forced out the words through gritted teeth, so fucking hungry for her that he could scream with frustration. “I apologize.”
    As soon as he said those words, she stopped