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The right part of his mouth hikes up into a sexy-as-sin smile. “You were a natural,” he says.
I begin to laugh. I can’t help myself.
“What?” he asks, handing me a helmet.
“Your smile is still the same.”
He shakes his head like I’m acting crazy. “Only one I’ve got, babe.”
“I know,” I say, holding his gaze, beaming up at him. He runs an awkward hand through his hair, breaking the spell.
“Got a new system so we can talk,” he explains, pushing his own helmet over his head before swinging his leg over the black bike.
“I see that, and I can ride myself,” I tell him, eying the Bluetooth system.
“Nah, I asked you out, remember? I’m riding,” he says, nodding to the spot behind him.
“Okay, but next—”
“Fuck, let me drive you,” he growls, the look in his eyes playful.
I bite on my lip, holding back my grin before getting on behind him. My front is against his broad back, and his heat reaches me through the denim jacket. My cheeks warm when I think back to when he took me to see the sun set in California and I fell in love with him.
“Hold onto me,” he orders, taking my hands and draping them around his waist. The electricity pulses between us as I shift in my seat. He chuckles and revs the engine before pulling out onto the road.
“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” he says over the roar when we stop for a red light.
“Yeah, something like that,” I say before clearing my throat.
“Fuck. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Oh no?” I ask, smiling at him when he turns his head to look at me.
“Okay, a little,” he says, before speeding away when the light changes.
“Where are you taking me, Mister Outlaw?”
Laughing, he turns onto a back road. “I like you calling me an outlaw.”
“So?” I ask, holding him tighter.
“The best barbeque in the state is about thirty minutes from here. And the best tacos.”
“Okay,” I say, getting comfortable on the bike.
Silence spreads between us while the motorcycle roars. He comes to a stop and waits for a truck to pass, looking from left to right. I swallow, staring at his profile—his straight nose, the stubble on his hard jaw under his helmet, his dark eyes that still make my stomach swoop whenever they lock with mine.
“What?” he asks, catching me checking him out. He shifts in his seat before speeding away and I can imagine that devilish smile curling his lips when I hold him tighter. He brushes his hand on his jean-clad thigh, and my stomach tenses. The muscles in his neck twitch when he turns to the side and holds my gaze before focusing on the road in front of us again.
“Nothing,” I shudder. “Why did you cut your hair?”
“Because I didn’t like the man staring back at me.” He flicks the turn signal and drives onto a road. On either side, I see lanterns dangling from the trees.
I don’t know what to say. I can’t tell him there is a part of me that still misses that man. “Where are we going?”
“You never been here before?” he asks, stopping next to a couple of bikes and trucks parked in front of what looks like an old barn. He kills the engine and I get off. As he swings his leg over, I stare at his butt. Damn it. Can those jeans be any tighter?
“Are you coming?” His killer smile is directed at me when I hand him my helmet, which he leaves with the bike.
