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“Look at you.” I fanned myself. “Is this date in bed?”
He grinned. “Play your cards right, and it might end there.”
“Might?” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to assume you said that because it might also end in the car or the side of the road or behind some trees…”
He laughed, eyes sparkling. “Go get changed, Angel. Wear something nice enough for dinner, but comfortable enough for dancing.”
So, it was like that, was it? I smiled sweetly. “Give me two minutes.”
Forty-five minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, showered, shaved, dressed—three times—and styled.
Knight whistled low, eyes dark as he took in my ensemble.
I wore a mostly transparent white top embroidered with small daisies over a bedazzled teal tank top that stopped short of my midriff. I’d paired it with snug black jean shorts—a little more discreet than booty shorts, but still exposing a good amount of thigh.
Based on Knight’s reaction, I’d gotten the effect I was going for.
“Damn, Angel.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me against him. “You are tempting me to be so bad.”
I grinned. “Not until I get this mystery date.”
“Right.” He gave me a hard kiss. “Let’s go before my willpower hits its limit.”
I preceded him out the door, flicking a glance back to see his gaze locked on my ass.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Just appreciating the effort you put in,” he said playfully.
I laughed. “If you got it, flaunt it, right?”
“Hell yeah. You can flaunt anything you want in front of me.”
Knight headed toward the car. I strode over to the bike instead and gave him a look.
He hesitated. “You don’t want to take the car?”
“I’d hate to ruin that hot look you’ve got going with my dusty old hatchback.”
He smirked. “Well, okay. I love to ride. But…” He glanced at my legs. “I can’t promise you won’t get absolutely shredded if we have an accident. It’s why I wear the leather jacket.”
I nodded. “I trust you’ll be careful with me.”
“I will.” He handed me a helmet. “Put that on and hold on to me.”
He swung a leg over his bike, settled into the seat, and pulled on his own helmet. I got mine fastened and climbed on behind him, my pelvis sliding forward until I nestled against his back and ass. Fuck, this left little to the imagination, huh? I wrapped my arms around his waist, enjoying the feeling of his stomach flexing under my hands as he kick-started the bike.
“Lean into the turns,” he called. “Don’t fight it. Just trust me.”
He walked the bike back out of the driveway, got us turned, then rolled the throttle. The bike jolted forward, sending my heart into my throat as we took off like a shot.
I gasped and held on tighter, my cock hardening with theburst of adrenaline flooding my body. Fuck, yeah. Why hadn’t I asked to ride on Knight’s bike before now?
We cruised through the park, then turned onto the highway, and he sped up, our surroundings flashing by. The initial fear settled into exhilaration, and I found myself grinning like a loon as I huddled against Knight’s back.
Knight didn’t head for town, but continued on the highway. I had a feeling I knew where we were going, and when the first Omaha sign appeared, my stomach jumped. We’d met in an Omaha nightclub. It only made sense he might bring me back here.
I hadn’t expected it. I’m not sure why. Maybe because those steamy Omaha memories and our days in Riverton felt like two different lifetimes.
