She enjoyed the feeling of the bike-the freedom of it, and the risk.
Captivated
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Motorcycle riding is a combination of exhilaration, fear, relaxation, and pleasure that changes you forever. It’s physical & emotional pleasure, with a layer of anxiety & adrenaline.
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to ride one, read on…
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“You ever ride a Harley, Legs?”
“No.Why would I?”
“Then you’re in for a treat.You’re going to want to hold on. To me,” he added after a beat.
She put her hands lightly on either side of his waist.
But when he revved the engine again—she knew damn well he did it on purpose—she swallowed pride and wrapped her arms around him.
Why, she wondered, anyone would want to drive something so noisy, so dangerous, so—
Then they were flying down the road, and the wind blew cool and balmy and gorgeous over every inch of her.
Okay, a thrill, she admitted, and her heart skipped as he leaned into a turn. A terrifying sort of thrill. Like a roller coaster, which was another thing she could admit was exciting without being a necessary experience in a well-rounded life.
The landscape whizzed by. She smelled the rain, the grass, the leather of his jacket, felt the throb of the bike between her legs.
Sexual, she admitted. Add arousing to that terrifying thrill. Which was surely the reason people rode bikes.
When he swung onto her drive, she had to resist flinging her arms up in the air to feel the wind give her palms a slapping high five.
Happy Ever After