"Get on and hold on," he shouted over the deafening din. "Keep your legs clear of the pipes. They’ll burn."

"Oh, great," she muttered. Wearing a skirt, there was no graceful way to climb onto a motorcycle. To get on, she had to hike it up around her hips, showing quite a bit of leg. Hand on his shoulder, she clambered onto the back.

Settled onto the narrow leather seat, legs splayed open, her crotch almost directly connected with his ass. She was wedged against him far too close for comfort, but the wave of heat suffusing her body told its own betraying story, the sudden pulse of desire invading all the way to her clit. Immediately her tension started to grow, a strange sexual fierceness filling her as sure as the moist heat spreading between her legs. The massive machine between her legs vibrated with an intensity that almost caused her to climax. It shocked her to feel this heady, almost wanton pleasure, just straddling an idling motorcycle. It was like playing with a thousand-cc vibrator.

Jake guided her arms around his waist. His casual touch redirected her attention. She was gut-wrenchingly conscious of the power of the muscles beneath his skin, more than achingly aware of his body, his sheer maleness, in a way she’d never before been aware of a man’s physical masculinity. She felt positively wicked, never having been this close to a strange man in her life. She was actually trembling from her physical reaction his very nearness.

"Hang on!" Gunning the engine, he simultaneously released the clutch and gave it gas as he shifted down into first gear. In one smooth motion, the motorcycle was on the road, skimming easily down the highway.

Body trembling, drenched with sweat, Melanie tensed at first, then let herself relax as she leaned into him. He smelled of heat, asphalt, and tangy sweat, the scents clinging to his clothes and skin and mingling with the musk of his unmistakable maleness. Receiving a new shocking charge of erotic awareness, she tightened her grip around his broad chest. A fine thrill pierced her heart. She could feel him grow tense at her touch; she could almost hear the blood hammering through his veins. His muscles were rock-solid under her hands. It was all she could do to restrain herself for letting her hand sneak lower toward his crotch.

She wanted to rip through those skintight jeans and go straight for his hard male flesh. Beneath her clothes her skin felt as though it were on fire. She could imagine his hands at her waist, his blond head bent over her body, lips pulling at a bare nipple. There was nothing more she wanted right now than the intimacy of his mouth against her own, his body pressed against hers, his erection pressing against her belly...