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He blinked. “What?”
“The list. My friend’s list. I need to tick another one off.”Before she changes number seven and I’m hitting on you like a cat in heat.“I need to ride on the back of a bike.”
“The back?” he frowned. “Why not the front? Isn’t the list meant to be about empowerment?”
She hadn’t told him that. And yet he’d realized it. The thought made feel dizzy.
“It is,” she told him, aware that he was still touching her legs. “But I can’t operate a motorcycle, so I guess this is second best.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“Huh?” She was way too distracted by the way he brushed his fingers further up her legs. It wasn’t obvious that he realized he was caressing her. But every cell in her body was aware.
“I’ll teach you how to ride.”
“Now?”
He shrugged. “Now’s as good a time as any.” He glanced over at the swing where she’d been sitting. “Unless you have better things to do.”
“No.” She said it so quickly it made him smile.
“Good.” He inclined his head at his cottage. “I’m gonna head in for a shower. Meet me at my place in ten.”
Her throat felt dry as he stood and started walking away.
“And Emery?”
“Yes?”
“Put some pants on. And a sweater with sleeves.”
“For protection?” she asked.
He smirked. “Exactly. We wouldn’t want your pretty body getting scratched.”
Chapter
Eleven
Steppingunder the steaming hot spray, Hendrix closed his eyes and took in a long breath. What was he thinking, offering to teach her to ride? It had been bad enough touching her. The softness of her skin had made his dick harder than an iron bar. And the way she’d looked down at him, her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but didn’t know how, made him want to stand up and kiss her until they were both breathless.
She’s taken, asshole.
Yeah, he knew. This whole thing was a bad idea. But then he’d always been the king of those.
It was just his way of making things up to her, that was all. There was no way he was changing his mind and watching her happy expression melt off her face again. They were friends. He was doing what friends did.
It would be fine.
By the time he walked outside, in a fresh pair of jeans and an old band t-shirt, she was waiting for him in his yard, her arms around Frank’s neck, the goat nuzzling against her soft chest.
He never thought he’d be jealous of a damn goat.
“Does this work?” she asked him, turning to look at him. Like he’d told her to, she’d changed into a pair of jeans and a black long sleeve sweater.
He wasn’t sure what he liked more. The fact she’d done as he’d asked her, or the fact that she was still looking at him like the sun shone from his ass.
What else would she do if he asked her? He pushed that thought down.
