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system? Look at him,
sizzle, look away, recover. Rinse, repeat.
    He ambled toward her where she stood by the door. His
fresh-air aroma floated to her across the short distance. She pictured herself
on the back of his bike, clinging to his wide torso, inhaling his scent,
rubbing her breasts against his back. The fantasy of it made her tongue thicken
and her legs go limp with desire as she imagined her pussy pressed against his
butt, the seat vibrating like a sex toy between her legs.
    “I-I, uh, I’ve never ridden one before, but yes, that would
be fine.”
    He lifted a hand and traced her bottom lip with his thumb.
The move took her by surprise and made her system kick into overdrive. Again.
“Scared?”
    She shook her head, watching his gaze as it followed his own
finger’s path around her lips.
    “Sure?”
    “I’m sure. Now, can we get going before my agent calls me
again, or shows up, god help me?”
    He threw his head back on a laugh. The genuine, deep tune of
it settled somewhere in her soul. “You bet. But can I ask you one thing first?”
    She just wanted to get the hell out of here, to climb onto
that bike of his, speed off and never come back. “Ask away.”
    His eyes angled down, captured her mouth again. “I normally
take without asking, but given what I just heard you say about maybe backing
out on the rally, I’ll give you this one chance to say no to the ride, and to…
Well, can I kiss you?”
    “Can you…”
    “Can I kiss you?” he repeated. “I figured since I won’t have
your agent’s vote, then it might be my only chance to taste you before she
talks you into dumping me. Or you talk yourself into it.”
    She glanced away, locked back on his gaze again. Shit, he’d
heard her mumbling about the phone call. Heat crept up her neck. It engulfed
her face and seemed to incinerate her tongue, her voice. Her mind screamed yes
to the kiss, but her body wouldn’t move. She wanted it, wanted him. But this
was the tipping point, her last chance to decide which side of the fence she
wanted to walk on.
    The boring, prude side.
    Or the tempting, wild side.
    Her silence must have meant consent from his view. He slid a
hand across her rib cage, settled it at the small of her back. It scalded her
like a hot iron. His gaze dropped away from hers and snared her lips again. He
tugged her closer, gliding his hand farther still, until he had his arm wrapped
around her waist. With the other, he cupped her cheek.
    It might be my only chance to taste you.
    His words came back to her in an erotic reverberation that
shook her to her bones and set her blood boiling. Again. Images of him sampling
her body’s most intimate areas made her lips part and her crotch ache with
longing.
    It seemed the journey from apart to together took eons. His
mouth touched hers and her eyelids fluttered shut. At first, the tenderness of
it made Britt think she’d imagined the kiss. But he groaned and it brought her
to full awareness of all its tingly wetness. His fingers hooked at the back of
her neck and tangled in her hair. She heard—no, felt—his indrawn breath, loved
the crunch of leather as he shifted, followed by the sensation of her body
being molded to his long, hard length.
    Uh-oh, I’m a goner.
    Her backpack hit the floor with a thud. Britt braced her
palms against his chest, at first in weak defense, but it evolved into
surrender. The rippled wall of his torso flexed against her palms as he
tightened his embrace. To keep from falling, or maybe for the sake of pure
wanton need, she slid her arms up and wound them around his thick neck just the
way she had in her fantasies. Now in the throes of reality rather than dreams,
it did something feral to her insides, causing her to rise up on tiptoe and
cling to him.
    The move brought her breasts against his chest. Her nipples
went into sexual shock, tingling as they hardened and scraped over the lace of
her bra. She shimmied closer, parting his jacket farther, stretching upward