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wondered in dismay what her hair would look like once she removed the protective head gear.
    Awkwardly, she swung her leg over the top of the machine and settled onto the seat.
    “Hold onto me,” Miguel instructed. “You’ll need to lean when I lean, and turn when I turn to maintain balance on the bike. Got it?”
    The tightening in her throat made it difficult to breathe. She’d been on a bike before, so that wasn’t the problem. “Got it,” she said with a shaky breath.
    She wrapped her arms around him, her hard nipples poking into his muscular back. Miguel flipped the kill switch and pushed the start button, and they were on their way.
    By the time they arrived at his house, Samirah was thankful women didn’t get erections, or she would have a massive boner right now.
    “Thank you for the ride,” she whispered, retrieving her package. Keeping her eyes downcast, she moved away from him, trying to distance herself from the physical need of wanting him.
    “Samirah.” Her name left his lips on a groan.
    She gasped when he grabbed her from behind and dragged her into the shadows, forcing her back against the wall of the house. Her package fell from her weakened grasp so she could grab onto the rigid muscles of his arms as he hauled her up and against his body. Weak-kneed and grateful for the supporting wall against her back, she gazed into his eyes. Air squeezed from her lungs as he locked their bodies together against the concrete and lifted her to press his loins between the cradle of her hips.
    “Miguel…?”
    His eyes blazed down at hers in the dimly lit yard. Then he lowered his head to forge a hungry kiss.

Chapter Six

    Miguel had heard the shock in her voice, but he’d also heard the heated tremble, recognizing she felt the same untamed need that drove him. It consumed him—so much so he couldn’t even make it to the door of his house.
    The ride back had been both pleasurable and painful. He’d been tortured by the sensation of her breasts across his back and her fingers pressing into his abdomen. He’d planned to wear her down little by little over time, but that plan was tossed out. Right now he sported an erection hard enough to tunnel through granite and needed relief.
    He didn’t even try to stop himself. Why should he, when he’d wanted her since the moment he saw her on stage?
    He plied her mouth with kisses, determined to dominate her senses the same way she had his, and pressed his throbbing erection even harder against her while his tongue filled her mouth. She tasted so much better than he ever imagined, making him tremble and ache. With the help of her legs clamped around his hips, he held her steady and pushed up her T-shirt to unhook the front clasp of her bra and release her bountiful breasts for his waiting mouth. They spilled from confinement like heavy fruit, and he groaned with pleasure.
    Finally.
    He kissed the dusky tips, her jagged breath arousing him just as much as her beautiful body. Then he captured one nipple, sucking it into a more rigid point, scraping his teeth across it until she shuddered and moaned.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he pressed his face into the scented hollow between the soft mounds.
    Her hands moved in a frenzy of motion across the back of his neck and stroked upward to cup his head as he showered kisses across her skin up to her throat. Panting and greedy, she writhed in his arms, driving him wild. He hoisted her higher and forced her harder against the wall, pressing against her breasts, stomach, and hips to hold her still. Kneading the soft skin of her breast, Miguel scraped his thumb across the nipple. Then he took her lips again in a hard kiss, sweeping the sensitive roof of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. They devoured each other, and he angled his head to steal every breath she took.
    He was so engrossed he didn’t hear the ringing cell phone at first, but eventually it penetrated the fog of his brain. He recognized the