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“What happens now,” Luna asks when we reach my bike.
I pull the spare helmet out of my saddlebag and set it on her pretty little head. “This is the part where we ride off into the sunset together.”
She releases a nervous laugh. “It’s that easy?”
“No,” I say, placing my calloused hand against the soft skin of her cheek. “Nothing’s that simple. But I can promise you this: the moment you get that sweet ass of yours on the back of my bike, you are mine and mine alone. No other man touches you. No other man even looks at you. You belong to me. Understand?”
She nods. “No man has ever touched me. Well, except you.”
My dick gets harder as I let out a deep groan. Those are the words I needed to hear.She waited. My good girl waited.“I’m gonna be the man to break you, angel. Are you ready for me?”
She nods. “I want to be yours.”
“Mmm. I want to kiss you right now, but I don’t trust myself not to bend you over my bike and take you in full view of your customers.”
“They're not my customers anymore. I’m not welcome back, remember?”
I glance over my shoulder to where her brother is still scowling at us through the windows. “We’ll see about that.”
I swing my leg over my bike and pick up my helmet. “Hop on, angel. Let’s go find that sunset.”
“I’ve never been in the back of a bike before.”
“It’s easy. Spread your legs, press that sweet pussy of yours against my ass and hold on like you never wanna let me go.”
She blushes like the innocent flower she is and I’m about to explode out of my jeans, I’m so desperate to get inside her.
“Where are we going?” she asks as she presses that gorgeous body against my back.
“Somewhere private, angel. Somewhereveryprivate.”
Luna
“What is this place?” Derek cuts the engine about an hour later in front of a secluded little cabin in the woods by the river. I’ve lived in Oakwood Falls all my life and I never knew this was here. It’s like something out of a storybook.
“This, my angel, is the cabin you wished you could run to,” Derek says, placing his hand on my thigh. His fingers are warm and they move from side to side, taking advantage of the fact my dress is bunched about my waist. I close my eyes, his touch feeling like heaven. I have dreamed of his hands on me more times than I can count, touched myself while imagining him inside my body. Now that it’s really happening, I feel as though I might combust. My panties are drenched and I’m sure there’s going to be a wet patch on his Ducati when I stand up. Clinging to his hard muscular body while the bike motor vibrated beneath me did all sorts of wonderful things to me.
“You remembered.” When life got hard, I’d wish for a cabin in the woods I could run away to. I longed for solitude without the pressure of home, work or school. I’ve always loved art—sculpting to be exact—and I wanted somewhere peaceful to work. But the Trey family ran Pop’s diner. It’s been in our family since my great grandfather opened it after the war. There wasn’t any room left in my life for sculpting.
“I remember everything about you. There’s even a workshop around the side.”
“Are you serious?” I gasp and slide off the bike, removing my helmet and walking closer to the cabin. “I didn’t even know this was here,” I whisper, my emotions welling in my chest. No one has ever paid this kind of attention to me before. The fact that Derek remembered the details of my teenage daydream fills my heart with so much love, I’m overflowing.
Love.
I have never stopped loving this man.
“I want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of,” Derek says, his voice a gentle rumble in my ear that ripples beneath my skin and tingles at my core. I lean against his broad chest as his hands snake around my waist. He smells amazing, like the open road and rich earth. It blends together and creates something that is unmistakably him.
“All I ever wanted was you,” I say, turning in his arms as I allow my fingers to creep over his chest. He was always lean and muscular, but the years had been kind to him, filling out his chest and arms so that he dwarfs me entirely.
He hooks his finger in the V of my uniform and pops the top button. “All I ever wanted was you.”
My breathing quickens and I let my tongue snake out and wet my lips as I watch the dark brown puddles of his eyes grow intense as his mouth moves closer to mine. “One taste,” he whispers. “One taste is all I’ve survived on for six years. I’ll warn you now, angel, I won’t be able to stop feasting on you once we start.”
“Then feast.”
He groans and covers his mouth over mine, his tongue pushing past my lips and dominating my movement. His fingers work the buttons on my dress, one at a time. Pop, pop, pop. Cool air touches my skin and I shiver against him. I’m trembling.
