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Truth be told, she didn’t want to lose her virginity to Greg Black. He wasn’t the one. She knew that. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew.
She was still staring at the gorgeous cowboy on a motorcycle when his dark gaze suddenly met hers. His eyes were laced with hunger. Was he actually melting her clothes off her body?
She gulped. “Oh, God.”
“What?” Shelley said.
Maria didn’t answer. Jeff Bay’s full lips curved into a lazy grin, his gaze never leaving her. Damn, why hadn’t she worn a nicer blouse today? Suddenly her Styx T-shirt felt infantile.
“Earth to Maria.”
Maria shook her head quickly and turned back to Shelley. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“Nothing that matters. Get your head out of the clouds. We’re going to be late for class.”
Class? Heck, they were graduating in two weeks. She had a three point nine grade point average. She’d already been accepted to college. Who needed to go to class?
“Go ahead. I need to run back to the car. Forgot one of my notebooks.”
“Okay.” Shelley shrugged and walked toward the school building.
Slowly, Maria ambled toward her car. All her notebooks were in the backpack around her shoulders, of course, but she’d had to stall. Couldn’t bear to leave just yet.
Shelley was right. Jeff Bay wouldn’t give her the time of day. Sure, he’d look to his heart’s content. Most guys did. She was used to that—the power of long dark hair and large breasts. It had been going on since she was fourteen. But for one more minute—sixty more seconds—she wanted to dream that the gorgeous bad boy on the bike might be hers someday.
Maria fumbled in her car for a few minutes and then walked toward the school, turning her back to the gorgeous biker.
God, what an idiot I am. He is so not my type.
The slow thundering of a motorcycle engine revved up behind her, and she gulped and turned her head. Next to her, mounted on his bike, was her dream man.
He turned to her, his eyes blazing.
“Hop on.”
Maria didn’t think. She just hopped on, happy to obey his command. No helmet, no leather jacket—she had no protective gear at all except the pack full of books on her back.
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And she didn’t care one bit.
Jeff rode slowly through the high school parking lot and out onto the street, and then he gunned it onto the highway.
Freedom. Exhilaration. Maria had never felt anything like it. The wind tossed her hair about, sure to make it a rat’s nest to comb out later, but she didn’t care. Her eyelashes blew against her eyelids. If only she could reach into her backpack for her sunglasses.
Oh, well, next time.
Would there be a next time?
Yes. She’d make sure of it. She hadn’t had her last taste of a Harley.
Or of Jeff Bay, she hoped.
They screamed down the highway toward the countryside. She had no idea where they were going, and while that fact normally would have bothered her, it didn’t at this moment. All that mattered was the vibrating seat between her thighs and the strong, hard back of the man in front of her. She wanted to ride like the wind.
For a half hour they rode, until he finally got off the highway, trekked down a county road, and stopped at a little mom-and-pop shop on the corner.
He helped her off the bike and met her gaze. “Hey,” he said.
