Advice Chrissie had no problem taking. She slid her arms around his waist and locked her fingers together. Her body was pressed snugly against his as he turned a switch and the vehicle roared to life between her legs. Oh, my.

“Hang on,” he told her again, and then they were off.

Chrissie closed her eyes and said a little prayer that she didn’t cut off Trace’s air supply by clinging onto him too tightly.

“You okay?” he called over the engine noise.

“Fine,” she said, loosening her grip a fraction and forcing her eyelids apart to stare through the helmet’s clear visor.

Okay, this wasn’t so bad. Actually, the wind whipping at her body felt good. Not as good as the man she pressed up against, but not bad.

At first, Trace kept the vehicle fairly slow, as they were still in the outskirts of the event area, but soon, they’d left behind the tents and the few people they’d encountered and were making their way through a lightly wooded area.

When they drove free of the woods and came into a grassy field, Trace called over the roar of the engine, “You ready?”

She knew what he meant. He’d been so cautious through the event area, through the woods, that instinctively she’d relaxed. Trace wouldn’t do anything stupid. He’d keep her safe.

“Yes!”

She was. Ready for whatever he wanted.

The intensity between them for the past twenty-four hours-plus, on top of having her body firmly pressed against his, had her oh, so ready. Add in the vibration of the vehicle and, yeah, she was ready.

More than ready.

Unable to resist, she splayed her hands across his belly, loving the flat planes beneath her fingertips. She fanned them upward, pressed herself tighter against him, flattening her breasts into his back, and almost groaned at the pleasure.

But before she could do more, he gunned the gas and they took off across the field in a smooth motion that spoke of an easy familiarity with riding ATVs, and maybe being acclimatized to having women try to seduce him.

Which, she supposed, was what she was doing.

Because she wanted him.

Pressing her helmet against his shoulder, she held on tight as she adjusted to the increased speed. Within seconds, she lifted her head and let the wind whip against the exposed parts of her body.

Okay, this was one adventure she could seriously get used to.

Only she wasn’t sure she’d feel nearly as comfortable, nearly as safe, with anyone other than Trace.

What was it about the man that made her feel safe?

Funny, she hadn’t thought about him making her feel safe four years ago, but he had.

Safe to be herself.

Safe to express herself.

Safe to tell him what she wanted, show him what she wanted.

Safe to feel all the delicious things he did to her body and to give right back.

That was the difference between Trace and any other man she’d ever met. With Trace, she hadn’t felt self-conscious or nervous, she’d just felt...alive.

Adventurous!

Just as she did this very moment.

Laughter bubbled out from between her lips.

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