TAMMY
I’m lyingon my back on Saxon’s motorcycle, the warmth from the engine below radiating up against my back, and the heat from his muscled body pressing down on me from above.
Saxon isn’t just a man.
Saxon is a force of nature.
The way he moves, the way he rides, the way he seems to control the entire world around him. And what’s more, the way he makes me feel like I’m drifting through space, sinking deeper and deeper into him. And God, I don’t want it to stop.
His strong fingers spread my breach, causing my hips to sway and my breath to catch in my throat. The cool breeze whips my hair across my face, but I don’t even care. I’m lost in the overwhelming bliss of the moment, the sensual adventure of being touched where I’ve never been touched before.
Yes, that’s right, Saxon. I’m a
