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perfection.
    For a lot of the morning, he had ridden behind her
just so he could watch her ride. His attention had been captivated by the image
of Sammy. Her hair flowed out from the bottom of her helmet. He imagined
gripping those sun golden strands in his fist as he took control of her mouth. That
pink blush he remembered on her face was maddening and fucking hot all at once.
And those lips would no doubt drop him to his knees. Yeah, she was hot. His
brother had chosen well. But it was still a no-no. He wouldn’t go there—he
couldn’t, because no matter what his brother said about a quick fuck, Josh
instinctively knew Sammy wasn’t that kind of girl.
    Josh finished his shower, studiously ignoring his
raging hard on. He knew that if he were to jack off, he would have to imagine
Sammy, and he didn’t need the images his freakin’ filthy mind could conjure of
her.
    He wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye if he had
jerked off imagining her bent over his bike, legs spread… Whoa. Stop right there.
    Josh bit back a frustrated curse. Save it for after
the weekend, when he was sure he would imagine her in many a different
position. And that would be okay, because he wouldn’t have to see her again.
Until then, Josh would be a good host and keep his hands to himself. Besides,
what made his brother think that someone as clearly hot as Sammy, would even
look at a tattooed, hardened biker like him anyways?

 
    Chapter
Three
     
    Sammy stepped out of her cozy little room and locked
the door. She pocketed the old-fashioned key and headed downstairs. Her veins
were jangling with nerves and her hands were sweaty as she gripped the ornate
wooden banister. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking of Josh, and his
ridiculously sexy body, for the whole time she had been in her room.
    Oh,
man, those leathers…
    As soon as she got into her room, she’d phoned her best
friend Rachel, in the hopes of finding something else to think about. Instead
of staying off the “Josh” topic, she’d told Rachel all about the gawgeous hunk leading the tour group.
Sammy’d blushed madly when Rachel told her to go for it. The idea was so
tempting, she found herself imagining how exactly she would go about that. It’s
not like Sammy had much experience in the whole dating, sex game. Until now
she’d lived a shamefully restricted life, thanks to her parents, and she now
struggled to behave like any normal twenty-five- year-old would.
    She’d tried to recall the few times Tony, the usual
tour group leader, might have mentioned his younger brother while she’d been on
previous bike rides. Tony had said his brother had been recently jilted at the
altar. The idea of anyone ditching such a fine piece of man was almost too
impossible to imagine. Unless Tony was talking about another
brother? Tony also once said that his brother had been made redundant in
his job, but had recently started his own on-line business selling bike gear. Sammy
couldn’t help but be impressed by a man who clearly suffered through a shit
year, and hadn’t allowed it to kick him down.
    It was then that Sammy decided she would at least
flirt. In her mind, that was going for it. And go for it, she would. Pleased
with her decision, Sammy hopped down the stairs to the next floor.
    She stopped dead on the stairs when Josh appeared in
the hallway after exiting what Sammy assumed was his room. He wore a pair of
jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles in the most oh-my-God-I-need-to-tap-that
way. His hair was still damp from a shower and she almost swallowed her tongue
when he looked up and gave her another of his too-gorgeous smiles. When his
dark gaze swept down her own jean and t-shirt clad body, she could feel
electricity pop all over her skin. Sammy lifted her hand and tucked a lock of
her unbound hair behind her ear, and even though she knew the best way to flirt
was to hold eye contact, she couldn’t. Heat stole over her cheeks and Sammy
sighed as the idea of