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Just when I realized how tightly my jeans had stretched over my thighs, I saw his head dip, his gaze locking on my right thigh, only moving to swing a glance over at my left.
He bit out a choked sound, then put his big, tanned hand flat on my knee. Even through the denim, his palm was scalding.
He balled it into a white-knuckled fist. The idea that I'd affected him in such a physical way made my breaths go shallow.
Without warning, he reached his arm back and wrenched me even closer to him, until I was flush against his body from one of my knees to the other and up to my chest.
Then his hand dipped back between us! Before I could sputter a protest, he'd snagged his flask from his back pocket. Shoving it into his boot, he murmured, "It was getting in the way."
"This is where you put your arms around me, cher."
"Maybe this isn't a good idea."
"Evie. Arms. Now."
I rolled my eyes. After a hesitation, I finally reached around him--
Just as he rose up to disengage the kickstand.
My clasped hands brushed over him...there.
He sucked in a breath, his muscles gone rigid with tension; my face flamed as I yanked my hands back.
"If you touch me like that again, Evangeline," he began in a husky tone, dropping to his seat once more, "in the space of a heartbeat, I will have you off this bike and onto the closest horizontal surface. And I woan be picky, no."
Over my gasp, he explained, "I've been strung tight for days, bebe."
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