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that had captured my attention and held on tight? From the moment I saw her in the darkened coffee shop, I’d wanted her. She’d stood there, staring at the menu with one knee bent, moving it back and forth while she studied the coffee selection, as though she’d be tested on it later. Then she looked at me and my world stopped.
    I needed to know everything about Paisley, but she wasn’t going to make it easy. I liked a good challenge, maybe a bit too much. But Paisley was one I wanted to win. I wasn’t giving up.
    Finally, the light changed and I was on my way. I zipped down the side streets, loving the feeling of the breeze. I pulled up behind the tattoo shop. Another night of work, but at least in the morning, I’d get to see Paisley. And because I was anxious to see her, tonight would drag.
    “‘Sup,” a co-worker said as I entered. “We’ve got several appointments already. It’s gonna be a busy evening.”
    Good. I needed the distraction.
    * * *
    The next morning, I waited out front of Paisley’s apartment. I half expected her to come down from the building, so when she walked up behind me, I jumped. My eyes about popped out of my head. She was dressed to…to taunt my fantasies. God, could her denim shorts get any shorter?
    “Good morning,” I said.
    “Where’s your bike?” She glanced around.
    She’d been serious? “At the coffee shop. You really wanted to ride on it?”
    She chewed her bottom lip. Damn, it drove me crazy when she did that. “Yeah.”
    “Have you ever been on a motorcycle?” She seemed too sweet and innocent.
    “Uh, yeah. Of course.”
    Reaching out, I rubbed her cheek. I had to touch her. “It’s okay if you haven’t, Pais. I wouldn’t mind being the one to give you your first ride.”
    She cleared her throat. “It won’t be my first time.”
    I shrugged. “Okay, let’s go get my bike.”
    We walked toward the coffee shop, the morning cooler than usual. Paisley took me by surprise when she wrapped a hand around my bicep. This wasn’t what I was expecting. She’d been so shy the last few times, what had gotten in to her? Not that I was complaining. Her hand on me felt right.
    When we got to my bike, she released me. I turned and looked at her. “You sure about this?”
    I could see the slight hesitation on her face. “Of course.”
    I wasn’t quite sure why she was insistent about riding on my bike, but I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to have her hold me tight.
    I opened the back compartment and pulled out my extra helmet then handed it to her. After she strapped it on, I noticed the slack around her chin. Reaching out, I tugged on the straps. She stared at me the whole time. Her lips parted. I wanted to kiss her so bad. Taste her to see if she was as sweet as she appeared.
    “The helmet looks good on you.” I winked.
    She put a hand on her hip, popping it to the side. “You think?”
    Laughing, I put my own helmet on. “I’ve never seen a sexier girl.” I climbed on my bike, kicked back the kickstand. “Hop on.”
    My gaze stayed on her lower half as she lifted a leg over the seat. Oh yeah, her shorts were short enough I got a slight peak at her white panties.
    “Now what?” she asked.
    “Hold on.” Her arms wrapped around me as I started the bike. I revved my engine for the hell of it. Maybe it would impress her, or it wouldn’t. Either way, I loved hearing this baby purr.
    As I stared down the street, her grip around my waist almost took the air out of my lungs. A glance in the side mirror showed me her panicked expression. As I suspected, this was her first time.
    “You okay?” I yelled.
    She nodded.
    We were only going over to the Waffle House, which wasn’t far. I’d love to hit the open road with her on the back of my bike. She seemed to fit perfectly. I could only imagine how good her tanned legs looked gripping the sides of the bike.
    We pulled into the parking lot, and after I shut the bike off, she finally let go of her death grip.