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Then he holds something up. It’s the leather jacket he got me- that beautiful jacket he gifted me the first time I went for a ride on his motorcycle. The same jacket I left on his doorknob that night after things went so wrong. A cheeky smile tugs at his lips, his hazel eyes sparkling.

“C’mon…”

I shake my head again, sighing. “Why would you do this, Theo?”

His smile fades in response to the tension in my voice.

“I thought we could turn a bad memory into a good one,” he says.

My chest tightens. There it is again- that effort, that vulnerability. He’s really trying.

Reluctantly, I step closer to him, reaching out to take the jacket. I run my hands over the soft leather, staring down at it.

His face lights up when I start to shrug it on. “Are we doing this?”

I chuckle wryly. “I guess so…”

The words have barely left my lips before Theo darts over to his motorcycle, grabbing the helmet off of the back. He brings it over to me, putting it on my head, fastening the buckle. He places his palms on the sides of the helmet and shakes it around again, asks if it’s tight enough. I nod, and he takes a step back, raking his eyes up and down my body, drinking in my appearance.

“What?” I ask, smirking.

Theo peers at me with a hooded gaze. “You look fucking hot,” he murmurs. “You totally pull off the biker babe thing.”

My cheeks warm in a flush. All apprehension I had about getting on his motorcycle again flies out the window when he looks at me like that. “Whatever. Let’s just do this before I change my mind.”

I walk over to the bike, waiting for him to climb on. I’m unprepared when he grabs me by the waist and plucks me off the ground easily, lifting me with his burly arms like I weigh nothing. A little shriek escapes my lips midair and I’m met with Theo’s eyes, swirling with the coppery shimmers of his wolf as he sets me on the back of his motorcycle. Then he just stands back for a moment, taking in the sight of me on his bike with such adoration that my heart could burst.

“Is the Beatles shirt for me?” he asks, his lips tipping up into a grin.

He noticed.

I just smile coyly, giving a little flick of my head to beckon him to join me. I’m itchy to be near him, to wrap my arms around him.

He quickly complies, throwing a leg over his motorcycle and climbing on. It doesn’t take me any coaxing this time to scooch closer, pressing my body against his back and winding my arms around his torso.

“You ready?” he asks over his shoulder, revving the engine.

I blow out a breath, my heart racing. “I’m trusting you to take it easy this time,” I warn.

Theo laughs, and the rumble of his laughter and the engine makes my belly do somersaults. Then he pushes off, starting slowly toward the road as the motorcycle vibrates beneath us.

Then he picks up a little speed. I feel the wind in my hair, the warmth of Theo’s body underneath my fingertips. My wolf purrs, sated by the rush of adrenaline as we travel down the forest road. He starts to drive a little faster and I squeeze my arms tighter, fear creeping in. This time, he picks up on it, slowing down. It’s like we’re in sync, connected. Maybe it’s the bond.

It surprises me how much I enjoy the ride on the winding road up the mountain. Theo maintains a comfortable speed, taking the curves slowly. I’m almost sad when we reach the top and he coasts to a stop, putting the kickstand down. I don’t want it to end.

He kills the engine, turning to look at me over his shoulder. “Well?”

I drop my arms from his waist and he climbs off of the bike, spinning to face me and unfastening my helmet. He pulls it off overhead and I immediately reach up to smooth my unruly hair. “It was good,” I say as a wide smile spreads across my face. “Better than good. Great. I loved it,” I gush, still riding the wave of adrenaline from the ride.

Something flashes in Theo’s eyes- something wild, predatory. In a moment, he’s on me, his arm snaking around my waist, his lips covering mine in a hard, bruising kiss. Heat pools between my legs, still spread around the seat of his motorcycle as I claw at his chest, his back, relishing in the feel of his firm muscles under my fingertips, pressing my body closer to his. I hear the helmet drop to the ground as he keeps kissing me hungrily, twining his tongue with mine as fireworks burst behind my eyelids. Then Theo winds my hair around his fist, gives it a little tug and my head drops back, his lips traveling to my neck as a mewl of pleasure escapes my lips.

Holy hell. The way he’s nipping and licking and sucking on my neck feels incredible- the pulsing between my legs grows stronger as I grip his rock-hard bicep with one hand, move the other to tug at his hair. He presses himself closer to me, leaning over me- too far, because suddenly it feels like the bike is going to tip over, us with it. He must realize it too, because he stops his assault on the tender flesh of my neck, pulling back and grabbing at the seat to steady his bike. His hand brushes my inner thigh and my body goes molten.

Theo gazes at me as he steadies his bike, his nostrils flaring.

Crap, is my body giving me away right now? Can he scent my arousal?

Flustered, I move to climb off of the motorcycle, pressing my palms to the seat in front of me and leaning sideways to drop a leg to the ground. Theo puts his hands on me again, lifting me off of the bike effortlessly and setting me on my feet. I can barely think straight- I’m panting, mind clouded with desire. I take a shaky step away from Theo, collecting myself, trying to regain my composure.

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