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arms back a bit to find the sleeves and he pulled it up over my shoulders. It was so warm from his body heat and infused with his scent. I was intoxicated.
    He engaged the zipper at the bottom and pulled it up to my chest. Every muscle tensed.
    “ What are you going to wear?” I exhaled.
    “ I have four brothers; I’ll find a coat.” He grinned. It was natural and put me at ease. “You haven’t even seen it yet, have you?”
    “ The bike? Nope.”
    “ Then come on,” he purred, and I could have sworn he started to reach for my hand but pulled back.
    We went through the hallway, and he grabbed a spare leather jacket before we headed outside.
    “ You got yourself a Victory Judge!” I ran my fingertips along the Nuclear Sunset body. “Six speed transmission, one hundred pounds of torque with a 6-V twin—Jake, she’s a beauty.”
    “ Still checking out American muscle,” he stated proudly.
    His double meaning wasn’t lost on me, and I blushed.
    He straddled the bike and twisted around to offer me his helmet. His position, the curve of his waist, the look of anticipation in his eyes; my head swam with all of the possibilities of this situation: danger, speed, sensuality and confusion. I knew that once I wrapped my arms around his waist I accepted all of it, in any measure. I took a steadying breath and situated myself on the seat behind him as he started the engine.
    The bike’s vibration shot through my core. My entire nervous system was alight with the combination of the bike’s trembling and the sensation of Jake North cozied up against my open legs.
    “ Hang on tight, Livie.”
    Between his commanding request and the sound of my name rolling so sexily off his tongue, I melted. Keeping it together this close to him was going to take a serious effort.
    He pulled forward. The momentum made me squeeze him harder. My nose and mouth lingered in the heat from the back of his neck. His scent filled me with a longing to trace my lips over the soft stretch of his muscle. He must have felt my breath because he tipped his head back to look at me just for a moment. The smooth smile that stole his expression made me think maybe he felt it too.
    I didn’t care where we were going or that no one knew we had taken off. I only cared about the euphoria of his proximity, the feel of the leather, bone and muscle under my hands and in my arms.
    He turned his face so I could hear him. “Tell me if you like the music?” The hazelnut coffee on his breath was pleasant, and I dreamt about the taste of his lips. He turned on his bike’s sound system.
    I was completely caught up in the rush of the wind and music around us as we were pressed close against each other. I took it all in—the open, bright blue sky above us against the green and gold grasses of the sprawling prairies around us—and the beautiful disbelief and impossible reality of the “ us” in all of it.
    The music I hadn’t heard before. It was a male lead and the songs were emotional with a hard edge.
    “ I love it!” I love you. “Who’s the band?”
    “ My Darkest Days,” he said thickly. “I thought you’d like them.”
    I paid closer attention to the lyrics since it seemed to me that it was easier for him to speak to me through the words of songs. Of course this train of contemplation put me on a fast track to a thousand more questions: were these random songs he was playing now? Did he set up a playlist in a specific order that would tell me what he wanted me to know—like a code—like the song on the mirror this morning? Or was the poor guy really just having me listen to a new band he liked?
    Oh my God, Liv, just go with it and stop trying to figure him and all of it out. I was making myself a freaking lunatic!
    I snuggled against the heat of his back and tried to take in the scenery around me, but I had no chance. Sanity was long gone and far away. My mind obsessed, and I was just relieved that he couldn’t read my thoughts.
    Did any guy