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Dani clung tight to Fitz as they blazed down the highway. She glanced curiously at the scenery that zoomed by her. They were heading out of Saint Louis. Where exactly was this guy taking her?
She readjusted her grip on him carefully. She felt him suck in his breath under her touch. She had to admit it. He was incredibly hot. It was hard to remember that he belonged on the other side of the cage. Ryan had extended the olive branch to Fitz’s coach. Having the opportunity to face different opponents could only help them before a fight.
Instead on accepting it, Fitz’s coach used it against Ryan, mocking Team Duos. Then Diamondhead’s true colors came out. They assaulted Duos’s team members and fans. They were thugs. The thought creeped Dani out. Where the hell was he taking her?
The city skyline melted into rural cornfields. After what felt like an hour, Fitz coasted down the Main Street of a small town. He pulled his bike into a spot and shut it off. Ahead of the was a small family diner. A red wooden sign announcing “restaurant” swung in the warm breeze. Slipping his own helmet off, he hopped off the bike then offered his hand to Dani.
She pulled off her helmet and frowned at him. “Where did you take me?”
He cocked that sinful grin at her that made her heart race and her undies melt. “My hometown.”
“Dude. I’m not jumping into bed with you. I’m sure as hell not ready to meet your folks.”
“You didn’t want anyone to see us. They won’t here. So get off the bike so we can go eat. I’m starving.”
“Wow. Such a gentleman,” Dani quipped.
“Forgive me, my lady. Would you please dismount so that we might indulge in some nourishment?”
Dani slipped off the bike and pressed the helmet into his chest. “You’re a smartass.”
“You’re right. So let’s go.”
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Fitz slung his leg off the bike then leaned against it. His gaze wandered over her. It made her shudder. He smiled in appreciation. “I figured you’d write me off. Me being the enemy and all.”
“I probably should,” Dani replied.
“But you didn’t. Why is that?”
“I don’t know.”
He nodded towards her. “You look amazing. But I’m not sure you want to wear that on the back of my bike.”
“It could be dangerous.”
“It’s not the first time I’ve been on the back of a bike. I’ve driven one myself. So don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
“Okay then. It works for me. With those legs wrapped around me while we ride, I’m not sure we’ll make it to dinner.”
“You can drop your ego, Sweetheart. I’m not getting into bed with you.”
“We’ll see in the morning.” He stretched his hand out to her. “Shall we?”
Dani slowly descended the steps to him. Fitz winked at her as he caressed her hand in his before he kissed it. He let it go then mounted his bike. “Ready to go?”
Dani climbed on behind him and tucked her skirt safely around her. She hugged her arms around his waist. The feel of his muscular butt between her things and his perfect body beneath her hands set her on fire. No guy had gotten her that hot and bothered in her entire life. If she wasn’t careful she would end the night beneath him in his bed.
She frowned as they sat still. Looking up, she saw him dangle a helmet over his shoulder.
“I don’t want anything happening to your pretty little head,” he remarked.
“Where did this come from?” she asked.
“It’s been here the whole time. What? Were you distracted?”
“No,” Dani lied.
“Sure. Let’s go with that.” Fitz tugged his helmet over his head then fired up the bike. Dani barely pulled hers on before they flew down the street.
Dani flung open her closet and stared into it. Only a handful of items hung there like bats in an empty cave. When she wasn’t at the gym she wore blue jeans. Dresses were not her thing. After several quiet minutes she reached in and plucked the baby blue sundress she wore to her sister’s wedding from its hanger. She tried to question her own logic. When was the last time she dressed up for a guy? Oh that’s right. Never. She didn’t even dress up for Ryan. She shook the thought from her mind then tugged her shirt off over her head.
Once she was changed she wrapped her hair up in a ponytail. She was distracted by the purr of an engine outside. She toed on a pair of sandals, slung her satchel purse over her shoulder and hurried out the door of her apartment.
As her foot hit the bottom step she looked through the glass to the street outside. Her gasp caught in her throat. The man who sat on the motorcycle was breathtaking. His skin was a light bronze. His tight t-shirt molded perfectly around his muscles. His powerful legs defined under his jeans straddled his bike. His dark hair glistened in waves under the summer sun. He rubbed a smudge off the chrome of the gas tank with the heel of his large hand.
Dani’s heart thundered. She thoughts wandered to his gaze outside the cage then at the bar. If he looks at me with those eyes I’m going to melt right into the floor.
As if on cue he looked up at the door, his eyes locking with hers. Her knees buckled beneath her. Fitz cocked a grin at her as he scrunched his finger summoning her to him. She took a deep breath as she pushed the door open. She stopped at the top step of the stoop and set her hands on her hips. “So?” she demanded, forcing as much bravado as she could.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted.
“So, I guess I had the right number after all,” a deep voice rumbled on the other end. The sound make Dani’s belly flip flop. A slow burn erupted in her core. The guy said a few words and it instantly sent her into a lust filled frenzy? What the hell was wrong with her?
“You were pretty ballsy,” she finally choked out as her fingers wandered across her breasts until they were knotted tight in the leather cord she wore as a necklace.
“You gave me your number, Dani,” Fitz countered. “What was I supposed to do?”
“So how fast can you get ready for supper? I’m starving.”
“Wow. Again. Ballsy.”
“Baby, everything I do is ballsy. Life’s too short to sit on the sidelines. Are you saying you don’t want to go out with me?”
“It’s not that. It’s just…” Dani’s voice trailed off.
“Your team and my team hate each other. Hate is actually not a strong enough word. If we get caught together it will start a war. One Saint Louis is not prepared for.”
“So what? That’s them, not us.”
“My team is my family. I won’t betray them.”
“It’s dinner, Dani. We’re not eloping,” Fitz assured. “Come on. I can hear it in your voice. You’re hesitant but you want to. You’re curious. And I may be wrong, but I think I can hear that sweet, breathy sound of a woman turned on.”
Dani snorted. But dang, he was right. The more Fitz talked the damper her panties got. “You’re full of shit.”
“Baby, get dressed. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Be dressed to ride on a bike.”
“You don’t know where I live.”
“I have my sources. See you in twenty.” The line went dead. Dani let the cell drop from her hand. After a minute or two of stunned silence she stood to get dressed.