Janny slipped her arms into Nik's jacket and frowned. “I’m not exactly dressed for taking a turn as a biker chick.”
“You’ll never touch the ground, so it won’t matter a bit. Climb on, princess.”
She glanced down at the dress and heels and decided practicality played no part in fantasy. In for a penny. She stepped to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. His lean thighs gripped the bike so it held steady as she climbed on. She gathered her skirt between them and inched forward until the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs pressed so close she felt the seam of his jeans. She leaned forward, her body very aware as she pressed herself against his back.
“That’s it. Now hold tight.” He took her hands and pulled her arms around his torso, hugging him closer than she would have dared on her own. His nipple peaked beneath one palm, the ridges of his abs teasing the other.
Exhilaration shot through her, lifting her high above her usual caution. She lifted her feet off the ground and hooked the heels of her shoes onto the pegs beneath her legs. He lifted the kickstand and turned back to her.
“Think of it like dancing to a song you’ve never heard, princess. Lean in and let me lead. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”