Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series) by Rebecca Lynn

she felt going fast with the wind blowing through her hair.
    She swung her leg over the back and comfortably settled onto the second seat slightly higher than the front one.  Seeing his back right in front of her made her pause.  She would have to touch him, hold onto him.  She hoped she could do it without making a fool of herself.  At least she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye.
    He threw his helmet on and then handed her an additional helmet he kept in the back compartment.  He turned sideways to help her with it, but she batted away his hand.
    “I know how to put a helmet on, Detective,” she said dryly.
    He ignored her and continued looking her in the eyes while their hands battled for supremacy at her chin strap. 
    She finished putting it on, buckling the strap under her chin and wondering how often this second hel met had been used and by whom.
    “Put your bag in the compartment back there.” She did and closed it up.  “Have you ever been on one of these things?”
    “Yeah, my cousin has one.”
    “Jonathan?” he asked with surprise in his voice.
    She shook her head.  “Jonathan’s brother, Mark.  He’s gotta chopper.”
    “Nice.  So you know to move with me in the curves, not against.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay, then.  Let’s go.”
    “I live on –” she began, but he turned on the bike drowning out her words.  She couldn’t help but feel he did it on purpose.  The rumble of the bike vibrated between her legs causing an adrenaline rush, among other feelings, to course through her veins.  It felt wonderful and she was determined to enjoy the ride.  She was going to try not to think too much.  Try not to think about the desire to snuggle into his back, rest her head on his shoulder, take her teeth and graze them over his –
    “Hang on, Em,” he yelled.  He reached his hands back one last time to pat the sides of her thighs to make sure she was on then grabbed her arms to securely wrap them around his torso.
    And they were off.

Chapter 3
     
    The wind rushed past her as they sped up the streets of Manhattan.  Shooting across to Central Park West they entered into the oasis for the city dweller.  It could only be described as the Sanctuary of the country’s busiest city.  The canopy of the trees soared above them like the high ceiling of an old gothic church, sunlight dappling through the branches.  The vibrant colors of the flowers now acted as their stained glass and fellow congregants walked the trails while worshiping the midday sun.
    He didn’t seem to care where they were going.  He just wanted to ride.  And even though that wasn’t part of their agreement, she couldn’t fault him.  She hadn’t felt this good in years.
    And wasn’t that a damn shame.
    Her front was smashed to his back, her legs snuggly wrapped around his thighs, her fingers pressed into his stomach.  Mmm.  This might be the only time she would allow herself such luxuries.
    Being around Mike made her want to entertain that wild sexual side she’d squelched so early on.  She’d been drawn to Krav Maga because of its hardcore nature and discipline, but there was also a sense of danger surrounding it for her which she thrived on.  She liked fast cars, extreme roller coasters, racy novels, skydiving, and if she was honest, hot sex.  Granted she’d never had it, but she knew she craved it. 
    She glanced at the scenery around her and the realization hit her that she really did want it.  With a yearning that nearly took her breath away.  Unfortunately, the one man she’d had sex with had convinced her she wasn’t designed for it. 
    But did she ever want it.  Lately it was all she thought about.  Hot.  Raunchy.  Sweaty sex that involved pulling on someone’s hair, biting, clawing and grappling between the sheets for control. 
    And it was the detective she fantasized about while wanting it.  She didn’t want to want it with him, but alas it was his face that appeared in her