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over before she wanted it to end, but for those few precious moments, she savored the freedom he offered her.
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    Ethan’s groin throbbed by the time he pulled into a parking spot near the café. What the fuck had he been thinking, inviting Becca for a ride? It was bad enough that she kept ambushing his thoughts as he lay in bed every night. But to feel her body pressed against his, to witness the fearless way she accepted his challenge and rode with him, to hear the excited hitch of her breath with every turn—it all made him harder than a high school kid discovering porn for the first time.
    She hopped off his bike and removed her helmet. The ride had tousled her hair so she looked more like a sex kitten, and another jolt of desire shot straight to his dick.
    “That was fun,” she said with a grin and handed the spare helmet back to him, “but next time, I’ll drive and you can ride bitch.”
    “Like hell you will.” He strapped the spare to the back of his bike, thankful for the few seconds the mindless task gave him to allow the ache in his crotch to lessen. By the time he was done, he could climb off his bike without wincing.
    He found Becca drooling in front of the dessert case again when he entered the café. “So many yummy choices,” she murmured.
    “But I see they don’t have your Sacher-torte tonight.”
    “Doesn’t matter. There’s still plenty to choose from.” She pointed to a tray full of little pink square cakes. “ Punschkrapfen .” Then to a cherry strudel. “ Weichselstrudel .”
    Her obvious love for desserts lifted the dark mood that had seized control of him during the meeting, and he caught himself laughing. “Why do I feel like I need to say gesundheit after each of those things?”
    She elbowed him and gave him a wry smile before turning her attention back to the dessert case. “I think I’ll go with the Dobostorte tonight.”
    “Very good,” Gitta said from behind the counter. “And anything for you?”
    “Just a coffee.”
    He joined Becca at a corner table that was hidden from most of the café, noting the way she craned her neck to check out the rest of the room behind him. “Have your whereabouts been discovered?” he teased.
    “No, I was more worried about y—” Her mouth snapped shut, but not before he figured out the last word.
    The muscles along his back locked. “And why would you be worried about me?”
    She bit her lip and combed her fingers through her hair, never meeting his gaze. “You seem pretty protective of your privacy, that’s all. And I want to make sure you can enjoy a cup of coffee without being disturbed.”
    The tension rounded his shoulder and spread to his gut. “Is there something I need to know?”
    The tone of his voice turned accusing, but if someone had told her who he was, he was done with this NA bullshit.
    She finally looked at him with guileless blue-green eyes and slowly shook her head. “You know who I am, and you know how hard I guard my privacy. I just want to do the same for you.”
    His stomach unknotted, but he still couldn’t completely relax. Something had changed from last week, and for a moment, he was tempted to ask her if she wanted to get back on his bike and ride until the sun came up. Even with the blue balls it threatened to give him, he preferred that over what hung in the air between them.
    Gitta brought their order to their table, and Becca dove into her cake. “You didn’t get anything to eat?”
    “I’m not much of a sweets person.”
    “I could tell that, but I figured you might be game for the sour cherry strudel.”
    “Sour cherry?”
    “Um-hmm,” she said before she swallowed a mouth full of her cake. “You seem like the sour type.”
    So they were back with the teasing. “Do I? You, on the other hand, are definitely all about the sweet.”
    “As you can tell by my ass.”
    He leaned over to study the shape of her thighs and how they vanished into a very squeezable ass. “Nothing wrong with