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“Mmm-hmm…I don’t
usually pick up strangers, but for you I think I can make an
exception.”
    I got off my bike and waited for him to swing
on in front. 
    He put his helmet on. “You drive.”
    That surprised the heck out of me. Almost
every boy I knew would just about die to drive my bike. “Alright,”
I shrugged. “But it’s not going to be very comfortable and you
better hold on real tight.” 
    “Don’t worry, that was part of the plan.”
    When he sat down behind me in the tiny space
that was available, he slipped his hands underneath my jacket and
slightly under my sweater so he was touching my bare skin. His
fingers splayed out as he slowly moved them from my back to my
stomach until they crossed over each other and then he pulled us
together-- tight. I shuddered a little with the desire that never
seemed to be that far away when I was with him. I should’ve
been freezing as we drove through the night, but with his warm body
pressed tightly from our thighs up, I felt downright toasty.
    Once on the interstate, I kept an eye out for
cops. I wanted to give him a little taste of what my bike could do
so I edged close to eighty five mph, just to make him
happy. The full moon just broke through the clouds as we rode
onto my grandmother’s property. Sure that he would need a break
from sitting, I rode to my grandmother’s fire pit and parked.
    Once we were both off the bike with helmets
off, I watched as he walked around the small clearing, noticing the
large oak trees that formed a circle around it. Twelve boulders had
been roughly shaped into seats around the perimeter of the pit, and
the eerily pale night blooming flowers filled the small clearing
with their sweet scent. It was a magical place. He seemed to think
so too. I followed his gaze as he looked up into the sky. It was
like the tree tops were framing the stars. It was beautiful but it
couldn’t hold a candle to Christian. 
    A little thrill ran through me as he walked
over to me in the dappled moonlight. It was not enough to
illuminate his face. With his dark hair and eyes, he was more
darkness and shadow than anything else and I found myself taking an
unintended step back, as he came to stand in front of me. My heart
was beating so fast I was sure he could hear it. 
    He framed my face with his hands. “Are you
afraid of me?” he murmured, his voice lower and huskier than usual.
Unable to stop it, a ripple of awareness coursed through my
body.
    “I would never hurt you,” he whispered, and
then he leaned down and slowly brushed his heated lips across
mine. 
    At the touch of his lips-- I felt a jolt of
electricity. It was so startling that I opened my eyes and started
to pull away. Only to be stopped by his arm that had moved down to
my waist and pinned me to him. More powerful than that was the look
on his face; desire, devotion and a need so deep that it was almost
painful. All the same things that I felt, and I melted back into
his arms, burning that memory of his face in my mind
forever. That feeling of time standing still washed over me.
All I knew was the feel of his hot muscled body pressed against
mine, his hands spread against my back, the feel of his lips
alternating between soft sweet kisses to hard demanding ones. I
didn’t know how long we stood there locked in each other’s arms,
but it wasn’t nearly long enough.
    When he finally pulled away, I felt
weightless with no connection to the world, no purpose other than
being in his arms. I forced myself to step away, take a deep breath
and slowly exhale as I regained my senses. I was glad for the
darkness; I didn’t want him to see the shock on my face. What the
heck was this?
    He held out his hand to me and led me back to
my bike. “We better get you back home.”
    While he couldn’t see me, I shook my
head--hard. If I had thought I had been enthralled before, it was
nothing to what I was feeling now.
    For the ride back, I decided to let him
drive. He was competent; I knew