“Ride it hard in the turn,” Cam told her. “You’ll see what I mean.”
“I can already tell you what’s wrong with it. You have a carburetor problem, and maybe a failed spark plug.” Harley slipped into the helmet, then looked at Nick, who was preparing to follow her on his quad. “Around the back of the lodge?”
“Yeah.”
“What do I get if I win?”
Nick’s gaze slid to TJ’s. “I’ll hold TJ down so you can beat on him.”
She actually turned and looked TJ over as if that might be satisfactory to her.
TJ arched a brow, and she let out one of her rare smiles. “Deal,” she said.
Before TJ could react to that, she threw a leg over the quad and kicked started the thing with an ease that was incredibly sexy.
TJ shoved Nick off his quad and replaced him. “If I’m the prize, then I’m sure as hell doing the racing.” He revved the engine, shot both Nick and Cam a long look, then nodded to Harley.
They took off. The wind hit his face and cut right through his clothes. It felt great. Harley was about twenty yards ahead so he floored it, his quad agreeably leaping forward, coming up neck and neck with her. She was leaning low over the handlebars in her black tank top and jeans, her legs hugging the machine like he wished they were hugging his hips. Oh, yeah, now there was an image…
Taking advantage of his momentary loss of concentration, Harley took the sharp right at the lodge and vanished.
TJ turned, right on her tail, content to stay behind her for the view alone, especially when she stood up, leaning hard into the turn, her ass looking damn fine.
The wind kicked up, but he still heard her laugh, and it caused one of his own. It felt good to play, even better to play with her, something they rarely got to do because though she was warm and fun and open with just about everyone else, with him she put up that damn brick wall that he hadn’t figured out how to break down.
Not that it’d mattered. None of it did. He was gone more than he was there anyway. And if he didn’t get his head out of his ass, the muddy, laughing, screaming Harley was going to win the race. She was good, damn good, but luckily he was better. He caught her on the back side of the lodge and neatly cut her off.
In tune to her swearing, he hit the finish line a nose ahead of her. He stood up and turned to face her, grinning.
She turned off her engine and pulled off her helmet. She flipped her hair free and looked at him. She was mud splattered, and her tank and jeans were plastered to her. “Fine,” she said, flashing him a rare but gorgeous smile. “You win. I don’t get to beat you up.”
“Maybe another time,” he murmured.
“Count on it.”
He knew she was only half kidding.
She shivered, and drew his attention downward. Her nipples were two hard points, pressing against the thin stretchy material of her tank.
“They’re just a regular old pair of breasts,” she said. “Half the population has them.”
Not that perfect, they didn’t.
She crossed her arms over herself. “I’m feeling cold.”
That wasn’t what he was feeling. But he shrugged out of his outer shirt and wrapped it around her, using it to tug her up against his broad chest.
“I’m muddy,” she said in protest.
“Makes two of us.”
She tilted her head up to meet his gaze warily.
“I won,” he reminded her.
“Yeah. So?”
“So now there’s something you can do for me.”
“Let me guess. Something sexual.” Her tone suggested complete disinterest. The pulse fluttering wildly at the base of her throat suggested something else entirely. “God, you are such a guy.”
He held his silence, and finally she sighed. “Okay, what? What could you possibly think would be okay to ask of me?”
“For you to admit Nolan’s not your boyfriend. At least not yet, he isn’t.”
She stared at him, then let out a breath. “Bite me, TJ.”
“With pleasure.”
Instead of looking pissed, she let out a low laugh. “What’s gotten into you today?”
He had no idea, but he knew it was something he wanted to explore. Did she? He figured he had sixty seconds tops before his family made it around the side of the lodge on foot. He wanted those sixty seconds, so he stepped even closer, until their muddy boots were toe-to-toe. Reaching out, he rubbed at a spot of mud on her jaw.
Her breath caught, and unguarded desire crossed her face.
Yeah, they were definitely on the same page. “Nice riding.”
“Hmmm.” As if she needed balance, she set her hand on his chest. He liked the feel of her touch. A lot. She looked at him, her hand lightly dancing back and forth on his pec as if she didn’t even realize it. Leaning in so that their mouths were only a whisper apart, he breathed out a soft, “Harley.”
She looked up and met his gaze. He could see the swirl of desire and hunger, and the air escaped his lungs. “Harley,” he said again, a little hoarsely now.
“I know.” Her eyes drifted closed. Their thighs bumped. Heat and affection and need warred for space in his head as he laughed softly and pressed his mouth against her ear. “How about now? Are you really, really hot? ’Cause I sure am.”
Her eyes flew open and she stepped back, spell broken just as Cam and Nick came around the corner.
“Who won?” Cam called out.
TJ didn’t take his eyes off Harley. “She did.”
Harley blinked, then shot him a look filled with an intoxicating mixture of confusion and desire.
Yep. Definitely on the same page.
CHAPTER 4
“And that’s how I ended up making a fool of myself,” Harley said to Skye after recounting the events of the quad race the night before.
Her sister had come by to bum breakfast before heading to class. Breakfast, and cash. She needed books for the new quarter.
“So let me get this straight,” Skye said with a smile, eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes. She was the same five foot five that Harley was, but unlike Harley, she was willowy and dainty and model pretty. “You, Queen of Need No One, begged him to kiss you.”
Harley sighed. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You have a big mouth.”
“I do not!”
“You told everyone when I locked myself out last week. I fielded calls on that one all day long.”
“Yes, well, that’s because you were wearing only your towel, which you dropped when you climbed in the window, mooning Mr. Kletzy across the street. Word is he hadn’t seen a naked woman in fifty years. He’s now requesting that next time you lose your towel at high noon because the light is better.”
“It wasn’t a complete flash, I caught the towel before it hit the ground, and I was just trying to get the damn newspaper.”
“Focus, Harley. The begging.”
Harley pictured herself leaning into TJ, all muddy and turned on, staring at his mouth as she touched his chest…“It’s embarrassing.”
“Walk me through it. You begged him to kiss you. And he didn’t.”
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
