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from his leather pants, which were torn—a grim reminder of their near disastrous accident earlier. “Aren’t you going to be cold?”
    He shook his head. “It’s a warm enough day if we go now. I’ll help you with your bags when we get back.”
     Minutes later, they were zooming down the drive. She clung to every part of him she could with every part of her that would cling. Surely, she was going to end up flying through the air and land in a ditch somewhere. No seatbelt, no metal or glass to stop the elements, just him for protection as he flew through the air without a care in the world—she loved it!
    A freedom and exhilaration she’d never known before grabbed her spirit, as the seductive feel of his body against hers heightened her senses, stirring desires she’d always held in check. Her whole life had been a regimented discipline of training, practices, and performances. She’d never let herself stray from her passion to sing.
    The longer they road, the more she clung to him. Not because of fear, but because of just how good he felt. Her thighs hugged his, her arms wrapped him tight, and her hands splayed across his chest, absorbing the feel of his hard muscled warmth and the beat of his heart.
    The scenery passed in a heart-racing blur, so she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pulsing pleasure of being with him. Long before she was ready to end her ride on the Phantom, long before she was ready to unglue herself from his hard, male body, JD pulled to a stop in front of the opera house and killed the engine. Instead of getting off, he sank back against her as if reveling in the feel of her. They sat there long enough for the situation to become obvious. Any longer and they’d have to do something about the desire gripping them both.
    Krisana forced herself to slide off the bike. He didn’t help matters by keeping a steady hold on her arm. His assistance kept her hip pressed intimately to his thigh and the brush of his thumb across her wrist challenged her ability to think.
    Once off, she took a step back, but gained little distance from him. He slid off the bike in one fluid move and stood a breath away from her. He unsnapped the helmet and eased it off her head. His hand brushed her neck in the process then cupped her chin. His blue gaze studied her, searching for an answer to the sensual sparks between them. Her lips parted as his gaze dropped to her mouth, welcoming this seductive stranger who made her senses sing at perfect pitch and in harmony with his. She thought he was going to kiss her and her mouth went so dry she couldn’t even swallow.
    J ameson knew he’d lost all control of the situation. God, how he wanted her, needed her. The only thing that kept him holding back was the fear of losing her.
    “Enjoy the ride?” he asked as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. The feel of her sweet body pressed tight against his throbbed inside him. She’d cranked the desire between them to a high the moment they’d met by running her hands over him, searching to see if he’d been hurt. Yeah, he hurt. Everything inside him ached—hard.
    Riding with her on the Phantom had been a mistake. From now on, any future ride would be less than perfect unless her body was enveloping his.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Good,” he said, stepping back to keep from wrapping himself around her and taking them both on a different kind of ride. He wouldn’t stop at a kiss. He knew it, so he didn’t dare cross the line until she was ready for him. He was dying to run his fingers through her silky hair and sink himself deep into the heated pleasures of her body. He wanted to drive himself into her until there was nothing left for either of them to give.
    She turned to the opera house as if looking for something to save her from him. He shivered as he followed her gaze, knowing she’d find no salvation amid the mortar and glitz.
    “Do you believe in ghosts?” she asked as she slid a set of keys from