Chapter 30: Urge
As the motorcycle’s engine roared to life, Abby clung to Remo, her heart pounding in her chest. The vibrations from the bike reverberated through her, and she couldn’t deny the thrill of the experience.
She held onto Remo as tightly as she dared, her arms wrapped around his waist.
It was impossible to ignore the proximity of their bodies, and her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness.
She tightened her grip around his waist, her fingers inadvertently digging into the fabric of his jacket.
As they leaned into a curve, she followed Remo’s lead, her body pressing against his.
The sensation of being so close to him was electrifying, and she couldn’t help but steal glances at the strong contours of his jawline and the way his muscles moved beneath his clothing.
Every time they leaned into a bend, her stomach leapt up into her throat and she gripped onto his waist even tighter. He felt wonderful, warm and strong and unyielding.
She could smell the clean scent of his cotton T-shirt and the subtle hint of soap and his cologne.
The hard, sculpted muscles of his butt rubbed against her center every time he moved his foot on the gears. She liked the sensation, whatever it was.
Remo, sensing her nervousness, shouted over the wind, "Relax, Abby! It’s all about balance and trust. You’re doing great!"
She nodded, trying to focus on the road ahead and not the magnetic pull of the man in front of her.