After Bo stopped the bike and turned the engine off, they sat facing the water. Cricket calls echoed across the water. A night bird's call pierced the air. The low lights of the village glowed over the tops of trees.
She was aware of his body in a delicious, frightening way. Her hands were still wrapped around his waist, her body still rested against his broad back. She could feel each breath he took and the beating of his heart. Though she ached to see his beautiful face, she dared not move, dared not disturb this moment.
His hand covered hers. With each stroke of his finger on her skin, she felt the heat climb and climb.
He got off the bike and reached for the helmet's clasp under her chin. With his help, she removed the helmet and set it down.
When she made a move to tussle her hair--it must have been in some state by now--he shook his head.
"Don't worry. You're beautiful."
She tried to fix her hair anyway, hiding her self-conscious smile with a drop of her chin.
Staring down, trying to regain her balance, she wondered if he could see her heart crashing into her rib cage. Could he smell her need? Sense the way her body was changing the closer he moved toward her? Did he know how wet she was by the time his hip brushed her thigh?
"Candy," he said.
"Yes?"
When she lifted her head, he took her chin into his hand and sunk his mouth onto hers.
All thought fled. Sound disappeared. The night fell away. His kiss toppled and tossed her and she didn't care if she ever stood straight or walked again.
As his hand moved to the back of her neck, she ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders and the back of his smooth neck. She didn't know when it happened, but between her reaching for him and aching for him, she was on her feet, her hands running under his shirt, over his stomach, and over his hard chest. When her fingers brushed his nipple, he moaned at the back of his throat and kissed her harder.
He pushed his leg between her legs and she answered, oh, yes, she did, by lowering herself onto the hard muscle of his thigh. When she did, he rocked to her roll, his breath coming hard. Then he was pulling away, leaving her shaking with desire.
Oh, God, come back.
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