Dangerous by Suzannah Daniels Read Free Book Online

move. I’m going to get you a helmet and take you for a ride that you’ll never forget.”
    Reluctantly, I dropped my hand away from her face and watched her watch me. Then, I turned and went into the building to get the helmets.

    Dara

    I was so nervous I was shaking. Was it because of Stone or because I was about to ride a motorcycle? Probably a mixture of both.
    I didn’t think it was possible for my heart to beat any faster, but when he came back out with the helmets, the thought of being pressed against a guy that I barely knew nearly sent my entire system into overdrive. I was usually comfortable around guys, but Stone was definitely different from most of the guys I knew. When I was near him, I found myself with bumbling speech, sweaty palms, and a case of arrhythmia that would compare to that of even the most dire heart patients.
    Something about him threw my entire world off-kilter. And I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive.
    He handed a helmet to me, and I smoothed my hair away from my face and put it on. When he finished putting on his helmet, he reached over and fastened my chin strap, his warm fingers brushing across my skin and sending tiny jolts of electricity down my body.
    An extra pair of sunglasses hung along the rounded collar of his snug-fitting tee shirt. He removed them and handed them to me.
    “Hop off and let me get on,” he said, holding his hand out to me. “Then you can get back on.”
    I took his hand and slid off the motorcycle. When he was in position, he spoke again, “Okay. Your turn.”
    I climbed on the seat behind him, awkwardly trying to figure out what to do with my hands when he reached backwards, grabbed my hands in his own, and wrapped my arms around his taut stomach. I could feel the hard muscles below his silky shirt, probably one of those active wear fabrics that breathed easily. Speaking of breathing, I had to remind myself to do just that.
    Good grief. I was doing it again. I was so wrapped up in the moment that I hadn’t even thought about my job. “What about Tom?” I asked, not wanting to be fired for disappearing.
    Stone turned his head sideways, so that I could hear him through his open face shield. “He said it’s slow today, and he can handle it by himself. We can take the rest of the day off if we want. Do you want to?”
    Taking the rest of the day off wouldn’t help me save up money for a car, but yes, I had to admit that I wanted to. “I guess so.” I didn’t want him to think that I was too eager to take the day off with him.
    He started the motorcycle and revved the engine. I closed my eyes as the thrill of the moment washed over me.
    “Hold on,” he warned as he revved the engine again.
    I tightened my grip around him, pressing my body against his back. When I inhaled, I caught a faint whiff of his cologne. I breathed in deeply through my nose, concentrating on the scent. I liked the way he smelled, and I liked the way he felt. Was this the way Crimson had felt when she rode off with Mike Waters last night?
    He revved the engine again, and we were moving forward. He didn’t pull out of the parking lot as fast as he usually did, and I thought perhaps he was giving me time to adjust to being on the back of a bike.
    Once we hit the road, everything changed. We zipped along at a pretty fast pace, and as I watched the asphalt rush by in a blur, I clung to him, scared to death that I would fly right off the back of the motorcycle.
    The wind whipped my hair as I turned my head. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so…free. And terrified. It was the kind of scary that people paid to experience, like on a rollercoaster or at a haunted house or at a horror flick.
    We rode to the top of the mountain, and Stone pulled into Quail Mountain Park, a public park built at the summit, taking full advantage of the views of the valley below and the foliage of the trees that lined the side of the mountain.
    We removed our helmets, and he hung one on each mirror.