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“Tsk,” I tut in annoyance. I just want to smack that smirk off his gorgeous lips. He chuckles, but Idonotfind him amusing.
“Let me give you a hand. Put your foot here.”
He helps me on and I wrap my arms around his waist after he climbs on in front of me. Several scents hit me – leather, motor oil, cologne, and…man. Doesn’t sound like a very good combination, but Lord, it smells heavenly right now. I stare at the logo on the back of his cut – a Grim Reaper dealing the death card from a pack of tarot cards. The name of his club sits on top of the logo, the state at the bottom. Death Dealers Georgia.
“You stayin’ with Lonnie?”
“Yeah. The address is –”
“I know where it is.”
Of course he does. He’s probably been there many times. I don’t even want to think aboutwhyhe’s been there. He starts the engine and kicks up the stand. The thing sends vibrations through my entire body, but more so between my legs. Not a good combination with this man sitting in front of me. Looking over his shoulder, he gives me a crooked grin as he revs the engine.
“Hold on tight and lean into the turns.”
The bike lurches forward, and I involuntarily tighten my arms around his waist and press my thighs to his.Does he have to go so fast? Why did I agree to get on this death machine?I squeeze my eyes shut and visualize myself getting home – safely. We come to a stop and I tentatively open my eyes. It’s just a stoplight. A few people on the sidewalk stop in their tracks to gawk at us. Great. Just what I need. I turn away from their penetrating stares only to encounter the same thing on the opposite side of the street. What’s the big deal? Hopefully no one can see my face clearly. I say a silent thank you as we start to move again. Resting my cheek to his back, I close my eyes, and try to concentrate on the one good thing about this ordeal – the smell of him. Well, maybe two. His body feels good, too.
“We’re here, baby doll.”
I open my eyes and blink in disorientation. We’re in my driveway. Shit. I was so lost in him I didn’t even realize we’d stopped moving. I release him and reach up to remove my helmet. He puts the stand down and climbs off, extending his hand to me. As I reach for it, he pulls away.
“You know, you look good sittin’ there on the back of my bike.”
“I bet you tell all the girls that.”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“You, beautiful Raven, are the first woman who’s ever ridden on any of my bikes.”
Anyof his bikes? Just how many does he own?
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. Didn’t you see all those people staring at you?”
“I did. What’s up with that?”
“That’s why. They’ve never seen me ride with a woman.”
“Well, I hope they got their fill, ‘cause it’s the firstandlast time I’ll be on this thing.”
He extends his hand again and I place mine in his. He squeezes my fingers gently.
“It’s the first but definitely not the last, baby doll.”
I scoff at him and swing my leg over the bike. It’s dark, but I need to get inside before anyone else sees me. My feet touch the ground and my knees buckle. I fall forward but two strong arms catch me and pull me against a hard chest. Instantly, my breathing accelerates. I keep my head down because I fear what he’ll see in my eyes if I look up at him.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine in a minute.”
Suddenly, I’m swept off my feet and carried toward the house.
“What are you doing?” I exclaim.
“I’m not putting you down until I know you can stand on your own.”
“I’m fine now. Put me down.”
Even before my objection is past my lips, my arms curl around his neck. He ignores me and takes me all the way to the front door before carefully placing me back on my feet. Whether consciously or not, my hands slide down over his shoulders and sternum. Ripping my hands away, I catch myself right before I squeeze his hard pecs. I avoid his gaze as I reach into my pocket for my keys. That is, until a curious finger trails down my stomach. I pull my tank top down and narrow my eyes at him, ignoring the fire starting in my belly.
