Dangerous to Know by Dawn Ryder Read Free Book Online Page B

solid wall of his chest, but that only pleased her in ways she hadn’t believed possible. He was hard and she wanted to touch every inch of him. She stroked his chest, the ridges of muscles thrilling her on some previously unknown primitive level. But it was there and intoxicating pleasure went through her and took hold.
    â€œOh hell…” she muttered, food the last thing on her mind.
    â€œI was thinking the same thing…” He reached up and grasped the zipper. He jerked it down so the night air brushed her chest. Anticipation sizzled along her nerve endings but she stiffened, suddenly scared. Only she wasn’t frightened of him, just of the way she was responding to him.
    He seemed to know how to reach a deep place within her. It was unsettling to say the least, but exciting on a scale she’d never experienced. It was a whole new realm of sensation, like discovering color for the first time.
    He yanked the zipper back up and clasped her wrist to pull her through her front door. He’d somehow managed to take her keys from her hand while she was trying to draw in enough breath to jump-start her brain. There was a click behind her as he locked the door and tried it to make sure it was secure.
    â€œLet’s take a ride.”
    His bike was in her driveway, looking mean and somewhat misplaced there in front of the oh-so-mundane tract-home garage door. The cream edging and gray stucco said responsible while the Harley screamed rebel.
    He swung his leg over the bike and looked back to see what she’d do. He tossed her a helmet before putting one on himself.
    Throwdown.
    Total and complete. The challenge was in his eyes. A flash of anticipation sparked off a need inside her, and she was on the back of the bike before she really thought any further.
    Big surprise. Thinking isn’t something I do around him …
    Nope. But feeling was.
    And boy, was she feeling now.
    He was hot and hard and … delicious.
    Zoe wrapped her arms around him, scooting up against his back so that her thighs were hugging his hips.
    Decadent.
    Sinful.
    Totally mind blowing.
    The vibration of the bike sent a jolt through her clit. It was bluntly sexual and she decided she liked it.
    A lot.
    He pulled out of the driveway, giving her a moment to adjust her hold and mold her body to his. Mercer did a slow zigzag down her residential street as she learned how to flow with the motion of the bike. How to cling to him and move in unison with him.
    It was mind blowing.
    But the word that seemed to describe the experience best was … carnal.
    The sun was gone, the moon rising on the horizon. The perfect complement to the moment. The air was cooler, making her more aware of the warmth she was hugging. Although, hug seemed too casual a word. Too sedate. A whole new meaning was blossoming inside her brain.
    Mercer was at the center of that definition. Guiding the bike through the streets with a hard, determined purpose. Traffic didn’t slow him down. He just went around it.
    Going after what he wanted. That was at the heart of his personality and at the moment, she was enjoying it hugely.
    He drove out of the city, up into the hills. There was less light and Zoe liked that, too.
    Darkness suited Untamed.
    They were leaving behind the prime, clifftop ocean-view lots and heading where the landscape wasn’t maintained. There was scrub brush and local plant life. The road had potholes, the edges crumbling from weather. Ahead there was a flash of light that grew into a tin-roofed building with weathered boards on its exterior and about a hundred bikes parked in front of it.
    Once Mercer killed the engine, music filled the air. A hard, classic-rock sort of music that suited the dozen or so bearded men smoking on the porch of the establishment. They wore leather and boots, had tattoos and piercings. There was more than one shaved head. They stared right at Mercer and her without a care for polite behavior.