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The rumble of power filled her senses, reminding her of Zeke.
Kicking the stand up, she maneuvered the cycle back, turned, and hit the gas as Zeke’s vehicle moved ahead of her.
Why his house? she wondered. Her heart was racing in her chest through the drive, her palms sweating. She could feel the wind against her breasts, her nipples peaking in anticipation, and she knew why. It wasn’t because they couldn’t talk in the Walker driveway; it was because Zeke had no intention of talking.
What were her intentions though? God, she didn’t want to become one of his hidden little secrets. One of the women that he kept behind closed doors and never claimed in public. But her body was raging. The memory of his touch, the need for more was building inside her like a volcano ready to explode.
She dreamed about him. She ached for him. She was the biggest fool living if she allowed him to do that to her.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, another part of her argued. She would never know if she didn’t try.
He was going to break her heart, her head warned her, but she was damned if she could stop it from happening. Zeke was her weakness, and she knew it.
She made the turn onto the farm behind him. The graveled road was long and winding, moving through the valley and angling up and around to another smaller, clear valley where the two-story wood-sided house sat beneath the blazing sun. It was surrounded on three sides by forests, and in the back led directly to the back-waters of Lake Cumberland.
A glimmer of water could be seen through the trees; the scent of it surrounded her as Zeke drew the Tahoe into an opened two-car garage and then motioned her in beside him.
The doors slid closed as the engines shut off. Rogue closed her eyes for a second, realizing what he was doing. Hiding her Harley, hiding her presence.
Breathing in deeply, she kicked the stand into place before swinging from the cycle.
Pulling the small backpack from her shoulders, she looped it over the bar on the back of the seat, all the while watching as he moved toward her.
His expression was predatory. It was hungry.
“Hiding me, Zeke?” She couldn’t keep the question inside as he came abreast of her.
He paused, stared down at her as some shadow of emotion flickered in his eyes.
Zeke couldn’t believe he’d allowed his control to slip this far. He never brought a woman to his home. Ever. But he couldn’t stand it any longer. Need was eating him alive, the hunger for the taste of her was wearing at his control until he was like a man possessed.
It was get her here, or take her in the damned driveway in clear view of Lisa and her grandmother. Now, wouldn’t that just give rise to enough gossip to fuel this county for the next decade?
“Come on. ” He didn’t answer her question. Instead, he gripped her arm and pulled her to the door, only distantly aware of the fact that she hadn’t tried to shove his balls to his throat.
Men didn’t manhandle Rogue, she didn’t allow it. Until him.
“You are so pushing your luck,” she warned him as he slammed the garage door behind them and swung around to face her.
“You think I’m not aware of that?” he asked.
He knew damned good and well he was pushing his luck.
“Get ready,” he warned her. “I’m about to push further. ”
Already part of his control was lost. The ability to deny her, to deny the hunger pulsing through him, tempting him. It was shot to damned hell, the edges frayed and broken.
But another kind of control kicked in. Instinctive. Dominant.
His fingers curved around her jaw, pushing her head back as a rush of breath parted her lips and her violet eyes darkened, widened.
Did she like it?
Her face flushed as he held her. One hand at her hip, the other controlling her head. His nostrils flared as he drew her scent in. The smell of the mountains rushed around her as the breeze had while she rode. Beneath it was the simple, clean scent of desire and femininity. The smell of the woman that tempted him into his dreams and through every second of reality.
“You’re a weakness,” he told her, letting his thumb stroke over her jaw as he backed her against the wall.
“Really?” Her breathing was deep, rough. “I’m surprised, Zeke. I though
