Trust In Me
A hero for the rest of us?
Escaping the cheating fiancé and sheltered life her
father has arranged for her, Claire Albritton wants
nothing more than to take control of her life and learn
to fight her own battles.
Kevin Fuller believes he must rescue damsels in
distress and Claire is decidedly out of her element in
small town South Carolina. When trouble inevitably
finds Claire, Kevin's white knight protection and
heroics are exactly what Claire doesn't want. But
his kisses...that's another matter.
The rumble of a loud engine called
her out of her thoughts and to the motorcycle rounding
the building. She squinted through the darkness at the
Her heart executed a flawless
forward roll. Kevin planned to take her home on a
He pulled up next to her and killed
the engine. Tugging off the helmet, he extended it
toward her. "Here, you wear this. I only have one, and
I'd rather you wear it."
She gaped at him a moment,
unmoving, numb with trepidation.
His chestnut eyebrows whipped
together. "Is that a problem? I guess I should have
explained ... I don't have a car."
"Is it safe?"
He grinned. "As long as we don't
Her pulse jumped, sending
adrenaline scampering through her blood. Her face must
have reflected her doubts, because Kevin sobered quickly
and raised a hand toward her. "Sorry, I guess I
shouldn't joke about it. I'll drive slow, and you'll be
safe. I promise."
The warmth and concern in his gaze
reached deep inside her, calming her nerves more than
his words could. Her soul seemed to know instinctively
to trust Kevin. She accepted the helmet with a trembling
hand and drew a slow breath for courage. Pulling the
helmet on, she fastened the chinstrap and lifted her
gaze to Kevin for assurance she'd put the protective
gear on correctly.
He grinned then slapped the seat
behind him. "Swing a leg over and hold tight to me. On
turns, lean with me."
She nodded and took another deep
breath, inhaling the aroma of sweat, leather and soap
inside the helmet. The intoxicating blend of scents spun
her senses in new directions, all centered around Kevin.
She clambered onto the motorcycle, self-conscious over
her lack of finesse. If Kevin noticed her fumbling, he
had the courtesy not to comment. Thank goodness she'd
worn slacks today, a concession to comfort her mother
would have never approved of, but which now proved a
Kevin started the engine, and
Claire wrapped her arms around his chest, pressing
herself close to his broad back. The rumbling engine
echoed the thrum of her pulse, and she squeezed her eyes
As he prepared to drive away, Kevin
shifted his weight, and the bike rocked. She gasped and
clutched his shirt tighter.
Placing a hand on her leg, he gave
her knee a quick squeeze and turned his head toward her.
"You can trust me, you know. I'd never let you fall."
The slow and steady beat of his
heart thudded under her clutching hands, reaffirming his
promise. Her heart answered with a hard ka-thump. She
sensed that Kevin's promise was something she could hold
onto, something steady and true. But hadn't she been
wrong about Blaine?
Claire cleared the choking tension
from her throat. "I'm ready."
Given her go-ahead, Kevin gunned
the engine, and they drove from the parking lot onto the
dark street. The humid summer air rushed up to greet
them, bringing the sweet fragrance of cut grass and
honeysuckle. She clung to Kevin's chest, hiding her eyes
on his shoulder, mentally counting off the blocks to
Mrs. Proctor's house. After a moment to acclimate
herself, though, Claire lifted her head to watch where
they were going. Wind buffeted her face and teased her
senses. Though she knew Kevin held back on her account,
even their moderate speed gave her an unexpected thrill
like the exhilaration she'd known when she'd braved the
roller coaster at Six Flags.
Slowly her trepidation eased into
an enthusiasm for the new experience. Her grip of
Kevin's shirt loosened, and she flattened her hands
against his chest. As Kevin steered them around a
corner, the play of muscles under her fingers guided her
focus to the hard body she snuggled against. Crushed
against his back, her breasts tingled with an awareness
of the intimate contact. Her thighs gripped his more
tightly, and her hands took free rein to explore the
contours of his taut chest. With the motorcycle rumbling
beneath her and images of Kevin's bare torso still
dancing through her mind, her position toyed with her
imagination. Having her body closely aligned with his
became a sensual feast, and every nerve in her body
hummed expectantly. The exhilarating ride and the thrill
of holding Kevin close merged, mingled, a heady
combination of man and machine.