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have a different bike you race with?”
    He nodded. “Yeah, no way would I race with my Harley. I race my Ducati.”
    “What’s a Ducati?”
    “A 2012 Ducati 1199 Panigale S. It’s a street bike. A racing bike. A fucking gorgeous, fast as hell bike.” His animated expression matched his passionate voice. “I never lose. You should come watch me next time. Check it out, and see what I’m all about.”
    I loved the fire in his eyes right now, and I would do anything he asked me just to see it there again. Whatever could get that look in his eyes must be real damn special.
    “I’d really like that, Ryker,” I told him truthfully, looking him right in the eye.
    Ryker’s stare stayed on me, and his smile made my belly dip. His silence spoke more than his words could. His presence affected me more now than it had all night, and I was suddenly very aware of our proximity, and how close his hand was to mine. Almost as if he wanted to reach out and touch me.
    I wanted him to.
    Back and forth we talked, the conversation flowing easily between us. When we’d first met, the conversation was all about me, so tonight I wanted to get to know Ryker.
    He told me about his friend Hendrix Cooper, and I instantly wanted to meet him. He sounded hilarious. I also found out he helped bartend events for different catering companies once in a while.
    “I used to be a caterer,” I told him. “I had to wear this ridiculous uniform. Tuxedo pants, white button up, and a burgundy vest complete with a black bow tie.”
    He laughed. “I bet you looked hot. Usually I just wear black pants and a black button up, but sometimes I have to wear the company uniform. I hate it.”
    I bet he was the one who looked hot in his uniform. His body would look good in anything—Ryker Rosse was definitely blessed in the look’s department.
    When Ryker turned back towards the sunrise again, I took the opportunity to check him out. Just like at the bar a year ago, I noticed how full his lips were. They were perfect.
    Kissable.
    Lickable.
    Biteable.
    His lashes were long and thick, framing his eyes perfectly. Looking at his bright eyes now, I didn’t even see how they could become even brighter from their normal blue color, but they did—I had seen it. I laughed aloud at the memory.
    Ryker’s head turned to me, his eyes narrowed. “What’s so funny?”
    I shook my head. “Nothing. Just remembering when I kicked you in the balls.” I laughed again.
    “Oh, so you thought that was funny, huh?” He playfully shoved my shoulder.
    “The look on your face was priceless. Too bad I didn’t get a picture. You should’ve seen it,” I teased.
    “Be grateful you don’t have balls. Even the slightest flick can cause a grown man to go down, never mind a full-blown power kick.”
    “Well, I am sorry about it, but…it was kind of funny,” I softly said, unable to stop smiling.
    “Want to see something really funny?” Ryker asked calmly.
    I looked at him for a second, trying to figure out what he had up his sleeve. I nodded shakily, afraid I’d regret my decision.
    Ryker roared and pounced on me. I shrieked. “Oh my God! Oh my God, stop! I’m so ticklish! Don’t!” I laughed hysterically. Knowing Ryker wouldn’t let up that easily, I fought back. I shot out my own hands and started trying to tickle him.
    Bingo!
    His arms immediately retracted to cover his own stomach. “No! Shit! Fuck! Ahhh!” Ryker screamed, laughing uncontrollably like a little boy.
    “Oooh, how the tables have turned, tough guy. Who would’ve thought that underneath the tattoos and piercings, you were ticklish like a little boy?”
    “Being ticklish doesn’t just go away with age,” he managed between laughs. “At least not with me.”
    We both stopped tickling each other and called a silent truce. We were still tangled together, breathing heavy and laughing. My hands trailed from his chest to his solid, ripped abs, and I didn’t want to pull away. My breathing grew even