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She’s right, but I still can’t believe it. “You could have gotten yourself killed. I thought you wouldn’t make it under the bridge. It was too late to stop by the time I realized you were standing there. How the fuck were you standing on the back of my bike without falling off?” I ask all those questions in rapid succession, too breathless to slow down.

Her grin widens. “I used to stand on the back of my dad’s bike all the time as a kid. Granted, he wasn’t going that fast, and it was his cruiser at first. Dad thought it was cool, and we used to do a couple of laps with me standing behind him like this. When my mom saw me doing it, she put an end to me riding behind him. She enrolled me in a gymnastics class instead. She thought it was safer.”

We both laugh. “What you did was just crazy.”

Her smile fades. Our gazes are locked together again. “Don’t be mad, Chance. I knew what I was doing.”

“I’m not mad.” I reassure her. “I’m just shocked and I can’t stop thinking about doing something I’ve wanted to do since I saw you earlier.”

“What’s that?” she asks, sounding just as breathless as I am.

I’m all out of words.

My lips crush hers and fuck, they’re as soft as I thought they would be.

I wait just a second for her reaction.

She kisses me back, pressing her lips harder against mine.

That’s all the permission I needed to trace the seam of those soft lips with the tip of my tongue.

Zara allows me in, and I don’t think I’ve ever had a kiss like this one before.

It’s fast, furious, intense.

It’s a clash of lips and tongues, teeth nipping and teasing as my hands tangle into her dark hair to keep her closer.

She tastes like mint and sugar, danger and rash decisions.

My hands leave her hair, descending back to her waist. I press her closer against my body until there’s no space between us.

Her arms surround my neck and she kisses me harder.

My body reacts with a myriad of sparks collecting at the base of my spine, and I’m rock hard in my jeans.

I grab her ass, my fingers sliding under the hem of her short skirt.

Zara hooks one leg around my hip and I lift her against me, my cock throbbing with need when her thighs are wrapped around my hips.

I forgot that we aren’t alone.

Kristy’s voice brings us back to Earth and we part reluctantly.

“We have a winner! That was insane! Have you and your girlfriend done a stunt like that one before?”

Chapter 5

Dirty Dancing

LEVIN

Holy shit.

I don’t know what’s the biggest turn on, if it’s how Chance and Zara just won the race, or the way they’re kissing.

They’re clinging to each other, frantic and explosive. When she wraps her thighs around his hips, I can only imagine the way she feels.

Fuck knows, I like to watch all sorts of stuff to inspire me when I’m alone in my room, but this is hotter than any porn I’ve ever watched.

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