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said, breathing in the aroma of the freshly cooked food. “Just ketchup, mustard and relish. I’m not too fancy about what I put on meat in tube form. I picked it up from Maria. Germans like having as little garnishing on their sausages as possible.”
     
     
    I handed him his hotdog. “Okay, just the essentials for you.”
     
     
    “Thanks,” he replied, immediately chowing down on his hotdog. “Tastes great.”
     
     
    The two of us sat and ate together. We talked about everything except for the awkward kiss we had mere moments ago. If anything, avoiding the subject made me think about it even more about the gorgeous man next to me.
     
     
    My nipples grew hard but it wasn’t from the cold. I imagined his hand cupping my breasts and pinching hard on them. I wanted to kiss his warm lips again. I wanted him to suckle my lower lip before plunging his tongue deep into me.
     
     
    Finally, Max broke the awkward silence and my perverse thoughts. “I supposed we should talk about what happened earlier, Emily.”
     
     
    “I just keep saying stupid stuff,” I sighed, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear. “You must think I’m the worst guest ever.”
     
     
    “No, the worst guest I ever had was a traveling salesman who tried to sell me a used ottoman,” he laughed. I joined in a girlish giggle. I was relieved that the tension was somewhat relieved between us. “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’re a lovely, charming girl.”
     
     
    I shot him a look of disbelief. “You really think so?”
     
     
    “I never lie to a lady. Eagle’s honor.”
     
     
    I sucked in my lower lip. “But I’m not beautiful like Maria.”
     
     
    “I had my romance with Maria… but it’s time to move on,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s what she would’ve wanted… but you deserve better, Emily. You deserve someone better than a shell of a man…”
     
     
    I almost wanted to laugh. The biker didn’t know just how gorgeous and charismatic he was. I guessed it was a side effect of living by himself in the middle of nowhere. This place probably didn’t get it share of young women in need of a handsome boyfriend.
     
     
    “But I want you, Max,” I replied, placing a hand on his cheek. I felt it slowly swell and deflate under my fingers. “You’re the kindest man I have ever known.”
     
     
    I tugged at the neck of his t-shirt. I saw the toned musculature peeking over the rim of his shirt. My eyes trailed down to his groin.
     
     
    In turn, I began to unbutton my shirt. I revealed my bra-clad breasts to him. Taking off my shirt, I began to remove my sweat pants as well.
     
     
    Suddenly, Max reached out to stop my hand. “We can’t do this, Emily. I don’t want you to do this out of a sense of obligation. I may be your savior… but I can’t be your lover.”
     
     
    “I don’t think of you as just my savior,” I replied, feeling his grip loosen around my hand. “At first, I wasn’t sure I could even trust you. I’ve always had a thing against bad boys. But you’ve shown me that you’re more than a leather jacket and a bike strapped to a pickup jeep.”
     
     
    He started to speak. “Emily-“
     
     
    But I silenced him with a finger before pressing my body against him. Taking off my finger off his mouth, I replaced it with my lips. Our mouths became locked in a passionate kiss. His tongue yearned for more but I broke it off before he got what he wanted. “I need you, Max.”
     
     
    He stared at me as if lost in a daze. I wondered if old memories of Maria flooded back into his mind. They had been through much together. Max had fought for her. He had even left the motorcycle club that raised him to start a new life with her.
     
     
    Max looked like he had lost a limb. It was the same look I had seen in war veterans. When I was younger, I had volunteered in nursing homes and halfway houses for soldiers returning from wars. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see them come