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Donovan tossed her a treat from his pocket. “Good girl.”
“Wow. Does she speak English?”
“When I tell her she has a mission, she knows she needs to listen up.” He led Spirit inside. When he returned a few minutes later, his eyes roamed appreciatively over her. “You’re testing my control with that outfit, angel. Ready to go?”
Heat rose to her cheeks. “Yes.”
She had no idea where they were going, but she couldn’t care less. As long as she was with him, nothing else mattered. He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her down to the driveway.
When she realized where he was headed, she put on the brakes. “Why don’t we just take my car? It’s going to be dark soon and—”
“You can ride a motorcycle in the dark. That’s why it has this.” He tapped the headlight and grinned. “C’mon, I know you have a naughty risk-taker in you. I saw her at the fundraiser.”
Now the heat in her cheeks was an inferno. “That wasn’t me. Not really.”
“I think it is.” He held out his helmet and nodded toward the orange glow above the mountains. “C’mon. Don’t you want to live a little before this fire burns us alive?”
She scowled and snatched the helmet from his hand. “That’s really not funny.”
“Wasn’t trying to be.” He took the helmet back and fitted it over her head. “I learned a long time ago that life is too damn short not to live it to the max. If you spend every day worrying about the what ifs, you miss all the spontaneous beauty of the right nows.” He lifted the visor and leaned in to kiss her nose. “And some things are worth the risk.”
She eyed the Harley suspiciously. “I don’t know that a motorcycle is one of those things.”
“That’s because you’ve never ridden one. Don’t trust me?”
She shouldn’t. All the evidence said she shouldn’t. But, dammit, she did. She trusted him with her life—which, if she got on that motorcycle, would be in his hands.
Donovan swung a leg over the seat, his muscles flexing as he kicked back the kickstand and straightened the bike. He’d changed clothes, too, and now wore a leather jacket over a plain T-shirt and jeans. She couldn’t help but admire the way the leather wrapped his biceps. He looked like a man who worked hard for what he had, and that made her feel even more self-conscious. She tugged at the neck of her shirt, trying to hide her ample cleavage. She worked out—not consistently, but she wasn’t a complete couch potato. She also tried to eat well, but she had a sweet tooth and loved ice cream. She’d always been chubby as a kid, and it just seemed like no matter what she did, she was destined to remain a chubby adult.
So why did he want her when he could walk into a gym and have his pick of women? She decided right then she’d renew her gym membership.
He patted the seat behind him expectantly.
“Oh, God.” She drew a breath and climbed on, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her body tightly against his. His low growl of approval was drowned out by the throaty grumble of the engine.
“Hang on tight, angel,” he said over his shoulder, and before she had a chance to second-guess this idea, he gunned the throttle.
The bike shot out of her driveway, and Sasha let out a squeak of alarm. She pressed her helmet against his back, squeezing her eyes shut. Because of the helmet, she couldn’t hear his laughter, but she could feel it shaking his chest.
She couldn’t help but laugh despite her nerves. This was insane. She was on the back of a motorcycle, holding onto a man who made her heart race. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
As they tore down the winding road along the ocean, Sasha’s grip on Donovan tightened. The wind tugged at her clothes and the roar of the engine was deafening, but her fear slowly turned to exhilaration. The thrill of the ride was overwhelming, and she was intoxicated by the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She opened her eyes and looked around, taking in the scenery. The sun was setting in the smoke-hazed sky, casting an eerie red-orange glow over the ocean.
Donovan was right - this was the right now, and it was beautiful.
He steered the bike into a sharp curve, leaning deep into it, and Sasha pressed herself tighter to him, savoring the hardness of his back against her breasts and the sensual vibration of the engine between her legs. A shiver raced through him. She had never felt so alive and yet so vulnerable before, but she wanted to feel more. She slid her hands down his stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of his jeans.
She smiled against his spine at the growl that rumbled through him and trailed her fingers lower. He shifted slightly, allowing her more access. Her heart pounded as the tips of her fingers brushed against the hardening length of him. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this while on a motorcycle, but the thrill of the moment was too much to resist. She squeezed him gently and he let out a low moan.
Donovan turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers over his shoulder. The corners of his mouth lifted in a smile, but there was a hint of warning in his gaze. She was treading on dangerous ground, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him in the worst way, hadn’t stopped thinking about him since his visit to her office this afternoon.
The bike slowed as they pulled up to a scenic turnoff hidden from the road by a line of trees. Donovan shut off the engine and turned to face her, his eyes smoldering with desire. He pulled off her helmet and tossed it aside, then cupped her face in his hands and leaned in. His lips captured hers in a heated kiss as his hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire within her as dangerous as the one on the horizon. If she wasn’t careful, it would consume her, but he tasted of adventure and risk, and at that moment, she didn’t care if she went up in smoke.
Sasha broke the kiss, gasping for breath. Donovan’s hands were still busy, exploring every inch of her body, and she could feel herself growing wet with desire. She wanted him so badly it hurt.
“Donovan,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
He lifted his head. “What do you want, angel?”
