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half of his mouth up in a cocky half-grin. “No, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he told her. He’d be lucky if he didn’t spontaneously combust.
    He opened the door and walked the bike out of the bay, then quickly locked up behind them.
    Kyle swung a leg over the bike, settling comfortably on the seat. He was about to offer to help her up, but Celina already had one small foot on the mounting peg. With her hands on his upper arms, she lifted herself up and slid in gracefully behind him as if she’d done so a hundred times. It made sense when he thought about it; she was probably used to riding with Johnny.
    “Is this okay?” she asked, snuggling her sweet sex tight up against his ass and placing her hands lightly on his sides.
    “Yeah.” Oh, hell yeah. That felt good. Too good. The scorching heat from her hot little body seeped into him.
    “You might want to hold on tighter,” he suggested, pulling her hands farther around his waist. She snuggled even closer against him, wrapping her arms around him in a good, strong hold. Her fingers splayed against his abs, and her forearms rested comfortably on the head of his cock, making him question the sanity of his impulsive decision.
    Before he had a chance to change his mind, Kyle hit the throttle and drove out of town toward the mountains. Under normal circumstances, he didn’t like riding with a passenger, and never on this particular bike. It was too personal, too close to his heart.
    But Lina was a natural. It was as if she was made to ride this bike with him.
    She nestled snuggly against his back, without hindering his movements in any way. She leaned into the turns with him, shifting her weight in perfect coordination. She was doing so well that he felt comfortable opening it up all the way, loving the way she gripped him tighter with her entire body and laughed in pure abandon when he did.
    The chilled night air whipped at his bare arms and went right through his cotton tee, but the blazing warmth of her body pressed against his back evened it all out nicely. He was glad he hadn’t worn a jacket. He would have been a freaking puddle. The high-speed cooling air was the only thing keeping him from pulling over and driving into her hot body every other mile or so.
    They crested the top of a hill, and the road became an easy downward slope. Kyle felt her melt into him, resting the side of her face against his upper back. She’d neglected to close the front of the jacket, and he could hear the ends whipping in the wind. Whether she’d done so accidentally or on purpose he didn’t know, but what he did know was that the only thing between him and her lush, full breasts were a couple strips of thin cotton. He was fully aware of how hard her nipples were, rasping against him every time she shifted slightly. He took to weaving from one side of the road to the other, just for that reason alone.
    What the hell was he doing? And why did he have to like it so much?
    All too soon it was time to head back to town. In just a few hours the sun would be rising. They’d spent half the night cruising, but it felt like mere minutes. He coasted through the silent town, bringing them to a stop beside her car. He got off first, then lifted her up easily and set her down. Was it his imagination, or was her body straining to keep contact with his?
    “That was wonderful!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. In the light of the nearly full moon, her skin and hair glowed as if lit up from within. She shrugged out of his jacket and handed it back to him. It was so warm. And he knew that if he held it up to his face he would smell baby powder and cocoa butter and oranges and Celina .
    She pulled a key from her pocket. In one quick, smooth move, Kyle snatched it from her hand, then unlocked and opened the door for her. Instead of getting in, she just stared at him for several long moments. What the hell was she waiting for?
    Celina rose onto the tips of her toes to brush a kiss