small deli and Andarion, Ritadarion, and Kirovarian restaurants close by. What would you like?”
She tried not to focus on how taut and large the muscle of his arm was. Dang, he looked simply edible in that flight suit.
Her face flushed as she realized he was waiting for her to answer his question. But what she really wanted to snack on wasn’t one of her choices.
She glanced down at his backside. Yeah, major rump roast would definitely be more appealing to her than anything he’d named.
Felicia! Stop!
“Um, I’ve never tried Ritadarion before. Is it good?”
“Yes, but spicy.”
“I love spicy.”
“Then Rit it is. However, it’s not quite walking distance.” He led her into a transport locker.
Which she was fine with until he stopped beside a sleek, expensive airbike. That must have been what he was riding when she last spoke to him. “You’re kidding, right?”
He glanced about with an adorable baffled expression. “I don’t think so.” Then his look turned playful. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
Felicia swallowed hard. “I have never ridden one of those before, and I’ve been quite happy and healthy that way. Maybe we should go someplace we can walk to?”
Now that was the most charming smile any male had ever given a female in the entire history of Andaria. No doubt that had gotten him out of many punishments with his mother. “C’mon. Try it. You know you want to. I won’t let you get hurt, I promise. If I go too fast or you get scared even a little bit, squeeze my stomach and I’ll slow down instantly.”
Biting her lip, she debated the sanity of this.
“I’m a fighter pilot, Felicia. Almost three years now. Thousands of hours logged. Countless dogfights with the Tavali and Gourans.”
“How many times have you crashed?”
“Never.”
That made her feel better. “Okay, but remember, you have to pay for all medical treatments that result from any injury I sustain as a direct result of your actions.”
Laughing, he shrugged his flight jacket off and wrapped it around her.
She staggered from the weight of the “light” armor. Not to mention, it swallowed her completely, and gave her a whole new appreciation for how strong he had to be to move so effortlessly in it. Grinning like a child who’d won a game, he pulled two helmets out of the seat and handed her one before he put his on.
Still not sure she should do this, she watched as he slung one incredibly long leg over the bike and pressed his hand to the bio sensor to start the engine.
With a deep breath for courage, she straddled the bike and took her seat. The way it was cut, it intimately pressed her body against his, and her legs were tucked beneath his buttocks. Wicked, warm fantasies tormented her at their close proximity and the wall of hard muscle that made up his luscious body.
Yeah, okay, this was nice. Smiling in pleasure, she slid her arms around his lean waist and sucked her breath in sharply at how solid he was. How good it felt to hold him.
He looked at her over his shoulder. “I’m about to lift us. Remember, if you get scared at all, just tighten your arms or tell me and I’ll slow down to a crawl.”
“Okay. I’m ready.”
He gently rubbed her hands with his before he leaned forward and hit the lifters.
Her stomach sank at the sensation, but his skill was superb as he navigated them from the locker, into traffic.
“You all right back there?”
“I am. It is kind of fun, isn’t it?”
He turned right. “Absolutely. I’ll make a pilot of you yet.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. Unlike him, she didn’t thrive on danger.
Boring… that was her sweet spot. And she rather liked it that way.
A few minutes later, he landed in a parking space outside a small café and helped her dismount. While his features held their usual stern expression, there was a childlike gleam in his eyes that made him even more adorable.
“You like to live on the edge, don’t you?”
He secured their helmets and the airbike. “Extreme sports appeal to me.”
And that made her nervous again. Did that include bedroom activities, too? He was so strong and massive, he could easily snap her bones without any effort. One hit from him, and she’d be dead…
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