her to say yes. Badly.
"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it," he offered with a warm smile. He watched her expression turn from unsure to cautiously accepting and he grinned. "Good. Come on."
He reached for her hand. Hot damn , she reached right back. Her hand was so soft, he wanted to pull her fingers up to his face and taste her knuckles. Time for self-restraint to kick in. Tonight would be very difficult if he was to keep treating her the way she deserved. Between her subtle scent, her core-deep beauty, and the soft touch of her hand, Luke wanted to strip her down and take her right there on the stairs. He had an insane need to get up in her and feel every secret, wet part of her. Maybe in time, but not tonight.
She interrupted his thoughts, thank goodness, with a "wow" when she saw his bike.
"You like it?"
"All I can say is…wow," she said staring wide-eyed at his motorcycle.
"Let me introduce you," he offered with a hot smile.
Nervous excitement coursed through Jenna's body from the first moment she heard the knock at her door. She had been waiting two days to see him there, and when he finally stood before her, she was blown away again by all his male perfection. Those green eyes alone were enough to open the butterfly flood-gates into her belly.
And now, staring at him by his motorcycle, she was almost consumed by his presence. Masculine got strongly redefined right in front of her. His muscles flexed subtly as he showed her the basics of Harley-riding and the different safety features of his bike. When he asked if she was ready for her first trip out, she answered an honest, soul-deep yes .
Her heart raced at the thought of sitting against him in such an intimate way. He instructed during her orientation that she should hold onto him around his ribs. Such a position would leave her pushed against him and clinging to his body tightly. On the first date? She thought with an internal giggle. Yes, please . What an ideal excuse to get cozy without worry. Holding him was required; that alone added to her confidence for the evening. She might not have to 'fake it' like Cassie suggested.
Luke gave her the only helmet like a true gentleman and made sure she was safely seated. He watched her tuck her hair up into the helmet like he suggested before he kicked the roaring engine to life. That sound, too, was masculine and exciting. He turned to look at her over his shoulder with an excited, boyish grin. "You ready?"
Jenna nodded. Her heart jumped to her throat when he eased the bike into the street. When he was sure she was comfortable, he gunned the engine and sped them away to some unknown destination. Apparently, he intended to make good on his promise to get her to enjoy her first Harley ride on the perfect evening for one. Perfect described the ride exactly.
She had no idea where they were going, but she guessed that was the point. This was a journey experience. Luke took her on straight roads, curvy roads, city roads, suburban roads, and even out on some country roads well past the city limits of Atlanta. They leaned into the curves together and Jenna squeezed him tighter every time he picked up speed. She loved riding with him. What a rush! Even the simple flex of his leg as he shifted gears was enough to send the butterflies in a frenzy.
When they were far out of the city, Luke pulled the motorcycle slowly to the side of the road and executed a gentle U-turn so he was resting on the opposite shoulder, now facing the city. He cut the engine but stayed on the bike with his feet resting flat on the ground in black lace-up riding boots. The quiet evening settled around them in the heavy warm air. Jenna, for several reasons, didn't let go.
"Take the helmet off," he said with a smile, "and look up there."
She freed her hair from the black helmet and followed his gaze toward the distant lights of the city glow in the early evening. "It's beautiful," she expressed in awe of the view and
"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it," he offered with a warm smile. He watched her expression turn from unsure to cautiously accepting and he grinned. "Good. Come on."
He reached for her hand. Hot damn , she reached right back. Her hand was so soft, he wanted to pull her fingers up to his face and taste her knuckles. Time for self-restraint to kick in. Tonight would be very difficult if he was to keep treating her the way she deserved. Between her subtle scent, her core-deep beauty, and the soft touch of her hand, Luke wanted to strip her down and take her right there on the stairs. He had an insane need to get up in her and feel every secret, wet part of her. Maybe in time, but not tonight.
She interrupted his thoughts, thank goodness, with a "wow" when she saw his bike.
"You like it?"
"All I can say is…wow," she said staring wide-eyed at his motorcycle.
"Let me introduce you," he offered with a hot smile.
Nervous excitement coursed through Jenna's body from the first moment she heard the knock at her door. She had been waiting two days to see him there, and when he finally stood before her, she was blown away again by all his male perfection. Those green eyes alone were enough to open the butterfly flood-gates into her belly.
And now, staring at him by his motorcycle, she was almost consumed by his presence. Masculine got strongly redefined right in front of her. His muscles flexed subtly as he showed her the basics of Harley-riding and the different safety features of his bike. When he asked if she was ready for her first trip out, she answered an honest, soul-deep yes .
Her heart raced at the thought of sitting against him in such an intimate way. He instructed during her orientation that she should hold onto him around his ribs. Such a position would leave her pushed against him and clinging to his body tightly. On the first date? She thought with an internal giggle. Yes, please . What an ideal excuse to get cozy without worry. Holding him was required; that alone added to her confidence for the evening. She might not have to 'fake it' like Cassie suggested.
Luke gave her the only helmet like a true gentleman and made sure she was safely seated. He watched her tuck her hair up into the helmet like he suggested before he kicked the roaring engine to life. That sound, too, was masculine and exciting. He turned to look at her over his shoulder with an excited, boyish grin. "You ready?"
Jenna nodded. Her heart jumped to her throat when he eased the bike into the street. When he was sure she was comfortable, he gunned the engine and sped them away to some unknown destination. Apparently, he intended to make good on his promise to get her to enjoy her first Harley ride on the perfect evening for one. Perfect described the ride exactly.
She had no idea where they were going, but she guessed that was the point. This was a journey experience. Luke took her on straight roads, curvy roads, city roads, suburban roads, and even out on some country roads well past the city limits of Atlanta. They leaned into the curves together and Jenna squeezed him tighter every time he picked up speed. She loved riding with him. What a rush! Even the simple flex of his leg as he shifted gears was enough to send the butterflies in a frenzy.
When they were far out of the city, Luke pulled the motorcycle slowly to the side of the road and executed a gentle U-turn so he was resting on the opposite shoulder, now facing the city. He cut the engine but stayed on the bike with his feet resting flat on the ground in black lace-up riding boots. The quiet evening settled around them in the heavy warm air. Jenna, for several reasons, didn't let go.
"Take the helmet off," he said with a smile, "and look up there."
She freed her hair from the black helmet and followed his gaze toward the distant lights of the city glow in the early evening. "It's beautiful," she expressed in awe of the view and
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