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    â€œIt’s dangerous to ride without a helmet,” she whispered, then felt the rise of heat on her cheeks at the innuendo.

    He laughed softly. “I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe with me.”
    Even in her dazed state, she knew that wasn’t true. She could never be safe with Nick, but somehow, at the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.
    She could almost feel the wind in her hair and on her face, the vibration of the powerful engine between her legs. The radio played a hard-rock beat, and the pulse of the music pounded into her blood.
    And then there was Nick.
    She smelled the soap he’d washed his hands with, something citrus, but his own scent, pure male, consumed her. With a sigh of surrender, she melted into the heat of his broad chest, luxuriated in the strength of his muscular arms.
    â€œMaggie, sweet Maggie,” he murmured.
    How many times had she dreamed he’d say her name like that? That she might hear her name on his lips, not another woman’s?
    â€œDon’t hold back.” His breath fanned her ear and waves of pleasure pulsated through her. “Just let yourself go.”
    She thought she heard the roar of the engine, but it was the blood pounding in her head. They were going much too fast. It frightened her. It excited her.
    She gasped when he nipped gently on her earlobe. “There’s a stop sign ahead.”
    â€œThere’s no one around for miles.” He brushed his lips over a spot just below her ear, and she shivered in response. “You don’t have to stop.”
    God help her, she didn’t want to. She wanted this feeling to last forever. That last tiny portion of her mind that was still rational knew it couldn’t, of course, but why not enjoy just a few minutes of heaven?

    On a moan, she let her head fall backward. A trail of fire followed his mouth over her neck, then up her jaw. His touch turned her inside out, exposed every raw nerve. And still it wasn’t enough.
    â€œMaggie.” His voice and breath were strained. “I want you.”
    She simply couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She turned toward him, needing to stop this, to stop him, but his mouth closed over hers and every word scattered like leaves in the wind.
    She tasted like chocolate, Nick thought. Rich and dark and sweet. He angled his head so that he could taste her deeper, felt an arrogant pleasure from her soft whimper of delight. She was interested in him, all right, in spite of what she wanted him to believe. He had no idea why she fought against it as hard as she did, but he intended to break down every defense until he found out.
    She murmured a complaint when he moved back to her neck, then trembled when he slid his hands under her soft sweater and cupped her breasts. They were smooth and firm and warm in his palms, encased in delicate lace.
    She arched into him, called out his name, and it felt as if a furnace door had blown open inside him. A blast of fire ripped through him, a need so intense that he thought he might explode from its force.
    Her nipples were hard against his thumbs, and he wanted to taste her there, to pleasure them both, but the angles of their bodies prohibited it. Frustrated to the point of pain, he tightened his hold on her, and nestled his arousal firmly against her bottom.
    â€œThis is what you’re doing to me, Maggie,” he said harshly. “Tell me what I’m doing to you.”

    â€œYou’re destroying me.”
    He felt, as well as heard, the anguish in her quiet words. Why did he have the distinct feeling she didn’t mean that in the most positive way?
    She was as aroused as him, he was certain of that. But there was something she was holding back, something that went deeper than the physical.
    She shuddered once, then went still.
    â€œI’m sorry.” Dragging a shaky hand through her tousled hair, she sighed, then slid off the motorcycle and met his