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Right now, what I felt was so different, so very different. Her soft round tits were pressed against my back, her smaller hands hot against my abs, her thighs bracketing mine.

She felt amazing. She felt perfect.

She felt like mine.

I wanted to pull her off the bike, take her back to her room, and kiss her until she begged me for more. I wanted to show her what I could be to her now.

What we could be to each other.

How good it could be.

I had to wait, though, take things slow.

Tonight was a step in the right direction, but only a step.

I gave one of her hands a squeeze. “Hold on tight.”

Then I started my bike, revving it, and grinned when she laughed in delight and hung on tight as I tore down the driveway and out onto the road.

Chapter Nine

Everly

Being on the back of Dane’s bike was exhilarating.

I clung to him, leaning into the corners like he did, watching fields and trees and ranch houses fly by us. Dane went faster, and I threw my head back and laughed. The wind snatched his away, but I felt it move through him.

I loved going fast. I always had. On a horse or a bike, it didn’t matter.

But I loved it even more with Dane.

He turned another corner and his abs tightened again. His thighs, too. I could feel them against the inside of mine pressed this close. I could feel the heat of his body through his leather jacket. And with every one of those turns, I rubbed up against him.

Between that and the exhilaration of the ride, I was starting to feel a little breathless. It didn’t help that our kiss kept replaying over and over in my head.

Would he kiss me again? He said we should practice more. Is that what I wanted?

I squeezed my eyes closed and bit my lips when we rounded another corner and I was forced to squeeze my thighs against his to hold on tighter.

Yes, of course I did. Who the heck was I kidding?

Dane had kissed me. And I’d wanted to kiss him back. I wasn’t sure this had anything to do with practice dates. And honestly, I felt confused.

I was afraid what might happen if we kissed again. What if it ruined what we already had, what we were trying to get back?

The biggest problem was I wasn’t sure what we had right then. Eighteen months apart was a long time without any contact at all. I thought we were trying to find our way back to the way we used to be, but now I wasn’t so sure what we were doing.

See? Totally confused.

Dane turned off onto a gravel road and we weaved our way along it, heading toward the lake. A small cabin came into view a short time later.

We stopped out front and Dane turned off the bike. I slid from behind him and took off my helmet, shaking out my hair, and waited while he did the same.

He turned to me, a small smile on his lips, one that was almost unsure.

“Bull’s hunting cabin,” he said. “I wanted to show you it. I’ve always loved it out here. I thought we could have dinner by the lake.”

There was a rustic-looking table and chairs on the small porch at the front of the cabin. No doubt made by Bull. I smiled back, because Dane was looking even more unsure than before, which wasn’t like him at all.