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after a run in the park, “what are we getting into tonight?”
    Justin’s smirk as his gorgeous blue eyes bore into mine was enough to start my pulse racing all over again. “Well,” he said, stepping back, “if I don’t stop touching you right now, we’ll end up in bed.”
    I smiled and arched my eyebrow. “Really?”
    He shrugged. “And on the floor, against various walls…”
    I laughed. “Impressive.”
    Justin chuckled. “You have no idea. Maybe I’ll give you some later, though—if you’re good.”
    I bit my lip as I narrowed my eyes at him. It was far too easy to flirt with this man, when I’d never been any good at it before in all my years. “How good do I have to be?”
    “Depends on how you do tonight.”
    A twinge of anxiety hit me. “Uh… what are we about to do?” Too late I realized my mistake in blindly going along with his idea of fun without bothering to ask exactly what that entailed. There was no telling with Justin. He laughed and my frown deepened. “What’s funny?”
    “You,” he said, still smiling, though now he was also shaking his head. “I wish you could see your face. Still beautiful, but a little on the panic-stricken side.” His laugh intensified once more before his face grew solemn. “Aw,” he crooned, “are you scared?”
    I felt a smile forming on my lips, but I resisted it. “Shut up. I’m not scared. I’m just… aware.”
    His blue eyes shone with mischief. “Of?”
    “Of the real possibility that you’re crazy. You could have me skydiving or bungee jumping or something equally as insane.”
    His brow furrowed. “Ooh… you’re not into that kind of stuff?”
    I widened my eyes. Holy shit. Should I risk my life tonight for the chance at another roll in the sack with this man, or should I just wimp out, say no, and spend the night staring at Doodle chasing his own tail? I knew what old Stacy would choose. I mean,
that
was a no-brainer, but—
    “Just kidding.”
    I did smile then, right after I gave him a light punch in his rock-hard stomach. “Not funny!”
    Justin gave me a lopsided grin. “Those things are awesome, but no. We won’t do anything that insane… yet. I’ll ease you into the super-scary stuff.”
    I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay then,” I said, giving him a bright smile.
    He took a dangerously slow step toward me. “I don’t want to make your heart stop. I just like to make it race.”
    And that he did. Yeah, right along with making me ache between my thighs. I licked my lips, pleased by how his gaze locked onto the sight. “So, what
are
tonight’s plans?”
    “I plan to give you the ride of your life,” he said quietly.
    Again? Damn, count me in. “Let’s get started.”
    *      *      *
    I immediately cursed Justin in a thousand different ways when I figured out he hadn’t been speaking figuratively. I cursed him mentally, that is. Abject fear had robbed me of the ability to speak a simple word, much less cuss someone out. I watched as he approached the gleaming black motorcycle. Death machine on two wheels, that’s what it was. A sexy death machine.
    Justin hopped on and I briefly had impure thoughts when I witnessed how yummy he looked atop the bike. I shook that off in a hurry and focused once more on my impending doom.
    He glanced over at me with a quizzical look on his face. “Stacy?”
    “Yeah?” I’d meant the question to come off tough, brazen. Instead it had barely been a squeak.
    I could tell the bastard was trying not to laugh. “You coming?”
    Well, I thought I was, back when he’d first offered me the ride of my life. “Uh…”
    He held out his hand. “Come on,” he said lightly, “this is way less scary than skydiving and its ilk.”
    “Yeah, to you,” I mumbled.
    “I’ll go slow,” he said. “I promise.” His voice, low but firm, comforted me. It lulled me into feeling a surge of trust and safety for, and with, this daredevil of a man I barely knew. It lulled me into