The Tree House
Erin was in the dark part of the town outskirts where the streets started widening out. She felt safe enough. No one was around. She made it to the beginning of Primrose Lane that would lead to Primrose Hill, and she heard the motorcycle engine. It roared past and she saw herself lit up in the headlight as a long shadow on the sidewalk. The bike made a wide turn and came back to slow alongside her. Erin felt a moment of panic. She stopped undecided whether to run. Is this the guy I photographed in the night?
The bike came to a standstill. Then Zachary Donovan took off his helmet and looked at her with a half-smile.
“Missed the bus then? How far are you going? I could take it slow if you need a ride. You can have my helmet.”
Erin couldn’t help grinning. He’d recognized her in the dark. It was great.
“I’ve never been on a motorbike. I don’t have far to go now. Thank you, I’ll keep walking.”
Zach gave her a look filled with amusement. “You’ll be safe I promise. Come on, it’s late, and it’s cold now the rain’s stopped. Get on. It’s a comfy bike.”
Erin wanted to be with him. She wanted to sit behind him and hold his waist. She wanted to press against him. “Okay, but I want you to have the helmet. It looks way too big for me anyway.”
He smiled an alarmingly charming smile. He turned a little to hold her arm and helped her get on the bike. He told her where to put her feet.
“Okay, where to?”
“Primrose Cottage, it’s the last place on the lane.”
Zach put his helmet on the handle bar. “If anything happens we’ll have the same chance. I know the cottage. I’ve passed it. Hold onto me tight and we’ll be there in a flash.”
Erin put her arms around him and snuggled into his back. Her skirt rode up her thighs and she felt the leather seat against them. The whole thing was bizarrely sexy. She wondered if he thought that too. They didn’t go fast, but they were in front of her cottage very quickly. Zach stopped the bike and then looked around at her, turning so that his hip brushed between her legs.
She let go of him.
He gazed at her for a moment.
“My sister told me your name. I’ll walk you to the door, Erin.” He got off the bike by swinging his leg over the front.
His words registered. The young woman she’d thought was his girlfriend was his sister. Hope filled her heart. Erin saw him look intently at her for a few seconds, her skirt up around the top of her thighs and her legs wide open, and then he’d picked her up by the waist, and set her on the sidewalk.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, tugging at the hem of her skirt. She walked up the path to her cottage and he walked alongside her. Near the door, she hesitated. “It’s okay I don’t think anyone is going to spring out from the shrubs.” She didn’t know how to end this chance meeting with Zach.
He smiled and turned to walk away.
Erin watched him for a second then looked for her key in the side pocket of her jacket. She put the key in the door lock and glanced back at Zach.
He was watching her, and then he strode back up the path, took hold of her head, and kissed her.
Erin closed her eyes and accepted the kiss. His hands in her hair teased her ears and sent tingles down to her breasts. His mouth on hers was delicious as he kept up the kiss, moving only slightly away to breathe and then kissing her again. Erin felt melted from the inside out. Her nipples peaked. She leaned into the kiss never wanting it to end. She put her arms around his waist and held him. The smell of leather mixed with a soft herb scent, as his masculinity surrounded her. His jacket was soft under her fingers and she scrunched the leather.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014, All rights reserved
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