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"Yes, but don't stop."
He didn't go far because they weren't really dressed for the night, but he loved the feeling of Abigail's thighs clasping him, the purr of the motor beneath him, and the sound of laughter in her voice. It was like a gift wrapped up just for him.
Seeing a patch of level gravel to his left, he turned the bike. They hadn't met a single vehicle on the road, making the night seem as if it belonged solely to them.
"I'm freezing, but that was fun," Abigail said.
Leif pulled the bike to a halt, balancing it once again with his feet. He turned, unsnapped Abigail's helmet and tugged it from her head. Her inky hair fell out, swishing around her face, the streak of silver-white gleaming in the moonlight.
No words were necessary. He covered her frigid lips with his. Outside she was icy, inside she was warm and buttery...the epitome of his Abigail.
No, wait. NothisAbigail.
Her chin quivered and he broke the kiss. "I want to remember you like this always- windblown, sexy, with a promise in those bewitching eyes."
Her teeth chattered but she managed a smile. "Such a poet."
"Your turn.”
"Huh?" Her forehead crinkled. Four lines. So cute.
"You drive."
"No, I've never driven a motorcycle."
"I'm going to help you. It's fun. Give it a whirl." He slid off, holding the handlebars steady, and flung his leg behind her, then moved her forward with his bulk. After a few quick instructions, he helped her with her helmet and placed his hands next to hers on the handlebars.
"Now, push this," he instructed, covering her hands with his.
"Oooh, your hands are cold." She did as said. He shifted gears and carefully they eased onto the highway.
"Good girl," he said, showing her how to lean. Gradually, she became comfortable and settled against him, increasing the speed. In a matter of minutes, they were zipping along.
"I'm doing it," she said.
The feel of her between his knees was headier than having her wrapped around him. Something about cradling her as he pushed her to be wild and adventurous stroked something inside him, filling him with a feeling he'd never felt before. It was as if he soared above the cracked asphalt, weaving along the river like an eagle catching a current, dipping, and looping while defying gravity.
Eventually they arrived at his neighborhood and his house.
''Oh, my God, that was so much fun," Abigail said as they rolled into the warmth of the garage. "Thank you for making me do that. It was incredible."
He pulled his helmet off and combed his fingers through his hair. "It was."
Abigail had pulled off her helmet and blew into her hands. Her chin still quivered. "I'm freezing."
''Then I'll have to warm you up," he said, dropping a quick kiss on her lips and helping her off the bike before shutting everything down.
Minutes later they were in his home, peeling off their jackets.
"Let's grab a hot shower. That will warm us up," he said, shucking his jeans right there in the living room and hurrying to the bathroom to start the shower.
Abigail followed him to the bathroom, dropping her clothes as she went. When she got there, she stood splendidly naked, arms wrapped around herself. He peeled his T-shirt off and drew her to him, gathering her body close to his. "You were magnificent tonight, Abs."
"I loved the feeling of that bike. So freeing."
He opened the shower door and the steam boiled into the room. "Come on, let's get warmed up."
"You already do that for me," she said, pulling her head from his shoulder and looking at him. "You make me feel like I'm a different woman. You make me feel stronger."
