Breathe Into Me Read Free

whaich wan it tis darlin’.”
     
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    An hour later I’m tipsy and in need of some fresh air. Henry ran into some old college friends from UMass and decided to leave us girls to our own devices saying he could keep an eye on us from the pool tables. I order a fresh beer and leave Kelsey to her shameless flirting. Although, if Finn had it his way, he’d be coming home with the both of us, yeah like that’s going to happen. My best friend may be open to having one-night stands, but I am not. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer to have a connection with someone before our clothing comes off. This is probably why I sit at home night after night while my best friend has a plethora of men vying for her affection.
    I push aside my mild jealousy and make my way through th e crowd. It’s usually humid in late August, but tonight there seems to be a chill in the air reminding me that fall is coming. I wrap my free arm around my middle and decide to check out some of the bikes. After admiring several custom Choppers and Harleys and turning down numerous offers for a ride, I spot the most beautiful motorcycle I’ve ever seen. The bikes curved lines and shiny chrome is a feast for my eyes. Its black and silver detailing is so intricate it’s as if the painted skulls could jump out at me at any moment. There are four more bikes to the group. All of them are different colors, but have stuck to the skull theme. Though all of them are beautiful in their own right, this one is by far my favorite.
    “Would you like a ri de?” a deep voice asks from behind me.
    The sound is so masculine it causes my body to break out with g oose bumps. “What is it with you guys trying to get me on the back of your bikes?” I jokingly ask as I spin around and for the second time tonight, I am rendered speechless.
    The man in front of me makes Finn look like a troll. He has dark, shaggy, curly hair; several curls hang precariously over eyes that are the shade of warm honey. They hold me captive as his soft pink lips form a lazy smile. His strong jaw is dusted with a few days’ worth of growth that I would love to run my lips over. He has to be at least six three in height. His muscular body looms over my five foot seven frame.
    My eyes travel down his wide shoulders and broad chest. His Affliction t-shirt is pulled tight around his defined frame. Denim jeans that look handmade for his long legs cover his lower half. My eyes come to a halt at his stylish, black, motorcycle boots.  Wow, holy hot damn is this man gorgeous. I’ve seen some nice looking men in my time, but this guy takes the cake.
    “Perhaps yo u’d like to ride something else,” he chuckles.
    Damn, I’ve been caught starring, but in my defense it’s kind of hard not to look. I’d have to be blind not to notice him. I give him an apologetic smile while I try to come up with something clever to say.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare at you like you’re a piece of meat it’s just that you’re just so incredibly beautiful.” I’m met with more laughter. Apparently, the filter between my mouth and brain is out of order. It must be the large amounts of alcohol. I can’t believe I said that aloud. I can feel my cheeks instantly warm and I hope like hell that he can’t see my blush in the darkness.  I stare into the face of a man that could easily be described as a god.
    His eyes apprise my body slowly and thoroughly. “To answer your question , luv, and I can only speak for myself, but I find it incredibly sexy to feel a woman’s body pressed up against mine while her arms are tightly wrapped around my body as she begs me to go faster.”
    Oh. My. God. T he sound of his voice and naughty words cause my insides to melt.
    “All y ou’d have to do is hold on. I’d take care of the rest.” A smile tugs at his kissable lips as I swallow the lump in my throat while I search for something to say. He takes a step closer pressing our bodies together. He leans down; his