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eyes on a level with the V of his shirt.  ‘Like that’s going to happen,’ she mumbled, all too aware that her usually steady pulse was racing. And it wasn’t in fear of the bike.
    ‘I’ll go slowly,’ he replied, misunderstanding her concern, which was just as well. He was arrogant enough already. ‘Rule number two, you have to mimic what I do. If I bend to the left, you bend to the left. If I bend to the right …’
    ‘I go right. I’ve got it,’ she interrupted.
    His light eyes shone with suppressed laughter. The bugger was really enjoying this. ‘Okay. Rule three is keep your arms around me at all times.’ His lips twitched. ‘I know you’ll enjoy that rule. I certainly will.’
    She let out a sigh of frustration. ‘Look, can we just get this over and done with?’
    Laughing he reached for his own helmet. ‘Okay, gorgeous. I can see how keen you are to get your arms around me. Final rule. If you want me to stop for any reason, squeeze my shoulder.’
    Megan felt like squeezing his shoulder right now. In fact she might not stop at the shoulder. She could find her hands moving up to his neck and squeezing that tightly, too. He infuriated her almost as much as he mesmerised her.  As she watched, he climbed effortlessly on to the bike, then turned to her expectantly. All she could really see of his face were his eyes, but it was enough to tell her he was smirking. Mimicking his action, she flung her leg over and shifted so that she was close to him, but not touching. His shoulders loomed in front of her, stretching the black leather of his jacket. Biting her lip, she cautiously placed her arms lightly around his waist.
    Scott revved the engine and Megan gulped. Jesus. The pulsing power beneath her legs. The warm, hard feel of Scott’s body. Before she had a chance to worry about how sexy and intimate it all felt, he was accelerating off down the road.
     
    Scott was in his element. Riding his bike, the wind on his face, Megan sitting behind him, her arms finally starting to relax around his waist. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly why she hadn’t wanted a go on the bike. It was the very reason he’d wanted to take her. By fair means or foul he’d decided he wanted to feel those toned arms of hers wrapped around him. All evening he’d been watching her, aware of her every move. She wasn’t immune to him. He could see it in the way her eyes had drifted towards him every now again, immediately dropping his gaze when he’d met them. She clearly didn’t want to be interested in him, but she was.
    Pulling back into the Taylor’s driveway, he brought the bike to a skidding stop, smiling to himself as Megan immediately snatched her arms away from his waist, and then leapt off the bike like a scalded cat. With calculated slowness he removed his helmet and casually dismounted.
    ‘Well, what did you think?’
    She ran a hand through her short, cropped hair, fluffing out the flattened strands. ‘It was fine.’
    ‘Fine?’ He wasn’t deceived by the lukewarm response. The bright blue of her eyes, the flush on her cheeks, all told him what she’d just experienced rated a little more than fine.
    ‘Yes, fine,’ she replied firmly, tucking the helmet away under the seat.
    He took a deliberate step towards her, pleased to see a flash of wariness cross her face. It was better than indifference. ‘Which bit of it was fine?’ he asked softly. ‘The part when you sat close to me? Or when you wrapped your arms around my waist? Synchronising your movements to mine?’
    She swallowed. ‘I, umm …’
    He forgot her parents were probably watching from the window. Forgot about everything but the deep blue of her eyes, the fullness of her lips. He bent and kissed her.
    The power of surprise was clearly on his side. He didn’t think she would have opened her mouth quite so readily for him otherwise. With no intention of relinquishing the head start he’d been given, he swooped, delighting in the taste of her.