Page 40 of At the Edge of Surrender

As foreboding as the man was right then.

All ferocious steps and desperate measures.

He turned around, big body towering over me as he dipped down close to my face.

“If you want to ride me, gorgeous, then you’re also going to have to get used to riding on the back of my bike.”

The words were low.

Wicked, impure temptation.

My jaw had to have dropped to my feet.

Was he serious?

Was he seriously going to talk to me like that?

After…

Except he didn’t know why I was there. No question, those types of insinuations would be extinguished the second he found out who I was.

Who I was related to.

Whatthismeant.

And he needed to know.

He had to know.

I owed it to Emmalee.

So, I sucked the reservations down, swallowing hard as I lifted my chin. “Fine.”

A smug grin grew on his impetuously handsome face. “That’s what I thought.”

Only he had no idea I wasn’t conceding to his suggestion.

I was conceding to my sister.

He remained facing me, walking backward as he led me the rest of the way to the motorcycle, then he turned and swung his leg over the seat and sank down onto the leather.

Tattooed arms stretched out, those big, big hands wrapping around the handlebars.

Innocently vicious and effortlessly brutal.

I thought I saw it right then.

That he could steal my heart if I let him.

And that was what terrified me most.

NINE

KANE

“Climb on,”I said, voice rough.

Emery looked around like she might be searching for a place to hide.

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