Sympathy for the Devil (International Bad Boys Book 4) by Kelly Hunter Read Free Book Online

overtook him as he swung his leg over his baby and waited for Bree to slide on behind him. Yes, he wanted to feel the weight of her against him again. Yes, he wanted to feel her hands at his waist.
    Could be he simply wanted Bree.
    He felt a hand on his shoulder, light and tentative, as she stepped up on the passenger foot-peg and swung her leg over her bike. She cursed, softly, and he wondered how her skirt was faring and figured that if all else failed she could rely on that thigh-length coat to cover up whatever needed covering. He imagined her long, slender thighs wrapping around his bike and it was no stretch at all to summon a smile and run with that image.
    “Everything all right back there?” he rumbled teasingly.
    “You know exactly what’s happening back here,” she said. “I’m having a wardrobe malfunction.”
    “You could always tuck in close.”
    “I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.”
    But her other hand came to rest low on his hip and her bare knees tucked in behind his and a long line of warmth settled against the back of his thighs. Didn’t matter that he had jeans on, she was wrapped around him, open to him, and she’d done this before, sat on a bike behind someone, she was just way too assured about the land of best fit.
    “You’ve done this before?”
    “Yes.” She leaned forward, lips to his ear and both of her hands now riding low. “I have an old classic Triumph and it’s the sweetest ride. Believe me, it goes. Does this one go?”
    The engine roared to life and he smiled. Easy out of the gravel car park and staying just within the speed limit all the way to the pharmacy. That took two minutes and he waited, with the engine still running, while she collected whatever she had to collect.
    And then she got on the bike all over again and he could have sworn that this time she barely bothered tugging her skirt back into place at all.
    It was a five minute drive to her parents’ place.
    Five minutes of thigh-to-thigh arousal and a thrumming between his legs that had nothing to do with horsepower. Sweet night air in his face and a warm woman at his back, and the sensation wasn’t as all-consuming as the lap of water all around him, but it was the closest he’d ever come to feeling at home outside of the sea.
    Touch. Sensation on skin. He lived by it. Loved by it.
    And so, instinct told him, did Bree.
    “Thank you,” she said when they arrived at her folks’ house and he waited while she slid from the seat and hastily tugged her skirt back into place. Good legs, great legs and a very wary smile.
    He wanted more than the feel of clothing between them. He wanted skin on skin, and just a little more of Bree and he knew where that came from, for it was a go-to memory. Moonlight and nakedness, desperation, and heat. “Come for a ride with me.”
    “Did I mention that I plan to stay out of your way?”
    “You did mention that.” He sent her a smile that usually ensured he got his own way. “You could always start tomorrow. River road, lighthouse and back again in half-an-hour. What do you say?”
    “Is this the Caleb Jackson seduction special?”
    “No, that would take longer.”
    “If I do this, it’ll be because of the lure of the bike. Doesn’t mean I’m attracted to you.”
    “Course not.” The hell she wasn’t.
    “Or that I want you back in my life.”
    “Whatever you say.”
    “Or that I’m going to cave and take photos for Zoey.”
    “You will not hear of that again from me.”
    “Hey, Mr. Congeniality—don’t overplay it.”
    “You’ve got five minutes to get back down here. If you’re not here I’ll leave. And much as I love those shoes and that skirt, you’re going to need to be wearing boots and jeans.”
    He figured it for a good sign when she was back in three.

Chapter Four

    T he road Caleb took them on wound up towards the lighthouse. Plenty of curves and a very steep ascent, with ghost gums looming like pale fingers above them and dense