I watched the way he moved on his bike, the way he leaned into the turns and controlled the machine like it was an extension of his body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was beautiful and dangerous and mine, and watching him race again made something primal wake up inside me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked back at me once and even though I couldn\u2019t see his face I felt the connection between us pull taut.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was more than just the mate bond, it was everything we\u2019d been through together and everything we were to each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My body yearned for his in a way that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with love and desire and need.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pushed my bike harder, trying to catch up to him. He stayed just ahead of me but I could tell he was letting me get closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We raced like that for miles, me chasing him and him letting me almost catch him before pulling ahead again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he finally slowed down I pulled up beside him and we cruised side by side. He reached out and his hand found mine in the\u00a0<\/p>\n
space between our bikes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even through our gloves I felt the heat of his touch and it sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the wind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We rode until the sun started to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink and purple.\u00a0<\/p>\n
love.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By then I was exhausted but in the best way possible, the kind of tired that comes from doing something you love with someone you\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMy place?\u201d Tristan asked through the helmet comm and his voice was rough with promise.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d I said and I couldn\u2019t keep the want out of my voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We rode through town as the streetlights started to come on, taking the familiar route to Tristan\u2019s apartment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and anticipation. Every time I looked over at him I felt the pull stronger, felt the need building inside me until it was almost painful.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When we pulled into the parking garage of his building, the rumble of the engines echoed off the concrete walls before dying into\u00a0<\/p>\n
silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\u00a0<\/p>\n
We both got off our bikes and removed our helmets. Tristan\u2019s hair was messy, sticking up in different directions from being confined, and his eyes were dark with desire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he looked at me I felt the air between us crackle with tension, my breath hitched at how intensely he was staring at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:02 Wed, Jan 14 d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 233\u00a0<\/p>\n
B\u00a0<\/p>\n
6949\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t say anything at first, just stood there looking at me like he was memorizing every detail of my face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His chest was rising and falling faster than normal and I knew it wasn\u2019t from the ride. The way his gaze moved over me, slow and deliberate, made heat pool low in my stomach.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He walked towards me slowly, taking his time, and I couldn\u2019t move.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My feet felt rooted to the ground and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Each step he took made the anticipation build until I thought I might explode from the tension alone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he finally reached me, he didn\u2019t touch me right away. He just stood there, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes searched mine and I saw everything there, the love and the want and the need that mirrored what I was feeling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been wanting to do this all day,\u201d he said, his voice low and rough in a way that made my knees weak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen do it,\u201d I whispered, barely able to get the words out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hands moved to my waist, slow and deliberate, his fingers spreading across my sides like he was savoring the feel of me beneath\u00a0<\/p>\n
his palms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled me against him, not roughly but with purpose, and I felt every line of his body press against mine. The contact sent electricity shooting through me and I gasped softly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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