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nearly painful to look at you, Elora.”
    The effect of his distinctive voice, coupled with that delicious scent and the softness of his facial hair teasing my skin leaves me swaying slightly forward into his chest. I reach up to steady myself on his leather, just below his collarbone. I’m both dizzy and aching with need. My right palm rests on the seam of a red patch that reads ‘Torvik’.
    In one motion he closes his hands around both my wrists, backs up and lets go of my left one to reach for the door.
    I hear him mutter under his breath, “Fucking unbelievable. Need to move, now, or we’ll never make it to the party.”
    We step out into the hall. I secure the lock and turn to ask, “Party?”
    “Yep.”
    “What kind of party?”
    We walk the ten feet to the elevator. He punches the down arrow, threads his left hand through my long locks and lands me with, “Elora, take a good look at me, babe. It damn well isn’t going to be a cocktail event.”
    I clutch my suede jacket tighter and fight a twitching smile. “Oh.”
    His eyes roam my face as his fingers slowly skim across my hair. “I’m taking you to my club.”
    “Your biker club, the one named on your jacket?”
    “That’s the one.”
    I smile broadly because I never thought I’d experience something like this. The heady flow of adrenaline begins to course through my body. Saturday night at a hardcore biker clubhouse? You only live once, right?
    As the steel doors close us in, he looks way down at me and asks softly, “You excited, min skjønne ?”
    Ooh, I really like that.
    “Very, Mikkel.” Actually, I can’t wait.
    He stares thoughtfully at me and quietly says, “That will do for now.”
    “Sorry? I don’t understand.” I tilt my head at his odd choice of words.
    With an earnest look he tells me pointedly, “You will.”
    What in the world?
    His smile is sincere. It’s the first time I’ve had a good look at his teeth and they’re gleaming white, even and perfect.
    He continues to watch me as the elevator slows and then chimes, signaling our arrival at the main level.
    “Enjoy your evening, Miss Thornthwaite.” Anders gives a polite wave, looking a bit relieved that the massive biker is leaving the premises.
    “Thank you, Anders.” I nod to him as Mikkel leads us out into the brusque evening air. We stride together straight to his big, bad ride.
    Turning to me he holds his hands out, “Here, let me help you with your jacket.”
    I give it to him and swivel about; the anticipation of having his hands on me is intoxicating. I glance back to slip first my right, then left arm into the warmth. He slides it carefully up my arms, stopping once it is in place. His hands rest at my neckline for a moment before he ever so gently sifts through my long hair, succeeding in freeing it to flow down my back.
    Turning back to him I’m struck by the mesmerizing intensity of his eyes. I should fear a man like him. Actually, I do, but it is an alluring fear. One that draws me to his undeniable magnetism, which hints at secrets I know nothing about.
    Softly, I break the silence hovering between us, “I should tie back my hair; otherwise it’ll be an absolute mess when we arrive.”
    I pull it all to one side and begin twisting it into an impromptu side braid. He watches me carefully, so very observant.
    “Here,” he says, handing me his helmet, “wear this again and I’ll pick one up for you tomorrow. This way the wind and cold won’t bother you when we ride out. I’ll get you a helmet with a full visor. There’s only about a month left of good riding this time of year. We’ll make the best of it.”
    I take the helmet, and double check that my bag is secure across my body. I can’t resist the thrill that courses through my bloodstream with the thought of riding out with him on a regular basis.
    “Good to go, min skjønne ?”
    I pull it down onto my head. “Yes, I’m ready.”
    He throws a leather clad leg over the hulking black