Geena leaned against him. He was dangerous, deadly even. She never felt safer in her life.
“Dante?”
“Hmm hmm?” His lips were against her hair.
“Why me?”
“Last night?” His voice was full of concern, and he tightened his arms around her as if he could protect her from past events.
“No, not that. Why did you pick me?” She turned to peer at him. His curly dark hair twisted in the breeze. She pulled the sunglasses from his face so she could see his hazel eyes. They were more green, in their calm, peaceful state.
“I think I should ask you that.” He stroked her cheek. “I think you picked me.”
“How? You could have any woman you want, but you’re here with me.”
“Yeah,” he nodded, “and I want you. The first time I saw you, you glowed. Like a host of angels had spotlights trained on you. So I paid attention. But then I think you picked me when you said you wanted me to take you for a ride.” He raised his eyebrows, emphasizing the double entendre.
“I meant on your bike.” Her cheeks tightened, she knew she blushed.
“At first you meant the bike. When you wrapped your arms around me”—His eyes went out of focus, before returning to gaze into hers—“that was it—you claimed me. I didn’t have a choice.”
“You’re teasing me. You said I glowed?”
“Your every smile is a tease. How could I not oblige you? Yep, a soft pink shimmer. That glow told me you were special, and it was right, and you picked me. It would have been stupid not to accept. I’m many things, but I do like to think that I am not stupid. So, Geena, why did you pick me?”
Geena had to think. She had picked him for his instant sex appeal, but she was still here because he made her feel safe and he liked her. “Reciprocal attraction.”
“What?”
“I like you because you like me,” she explained.
Dante cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Don’t underestimate the power of knowing someone is actually attracted to you. I mean no, I’m not only going to be attracted to someone just because they like me. But, well… You are so gorgeous.” She laid a hand across his cheek, letting his beard stubble tickle her palm. She sighed. This wasn’t easy without sounding foolish. “I asked for a ride because it’s a pretty bike, and you are tall and good-looking. I wanted to see if you bothered to ask Brooke and Hannah, who always get the guys…” Geena paused. “I wanted to see if you would be nice to me too. Even if it was just to impress my friends.” Geena took a drink from her water bottle, a move to hide her embarrassment.
“You looked at me differently. You made me feel like”—she paused, thinking—“like a piece of steak and you were the big bad wolf going to eat me up. It was thrilling, a little bit frightening, and a whole lot of sexy.”
Dante grinned. “I didn’t think I had been that obvious.” He leaned into her, nipping at her ear. His voice dropped, low and thick with desire. “I am the big bad wolf, and you do look like a thick, juicy steak to me.” He licked slowly, tantalizingly, tracing up the skin of her neck with the tip of his tongue.
She felt every part of her body respond to him. Butterflies quivered between her legs. Her nipples hardened. Her breathing grew ragged. “Not fair,” she managed in a whispery voice.
Dante grabbed her hand and placed it on his hardening crotch. Her eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t done anything so blatant before. She hadn’t touched him below the belt before—rubbing on her thigh didn’t count. “Tell me about it. I’m sure my balls are inventing a new shade of blue as we speak.” Geena couldn’t help it; she giggled.
“Hey, are we gonna ride the bus up to the Hermit Trailhead or not?” Geena looked back over her shoulder. She thought it was the triplet AJ. He was the more sullen of the three. Then again, it could be Percy. He had been rather moody since his new girlfriend had to leave earlier. Dante moved away from Geena, giving her room to stand up and himself some time to let body parts subside.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just needed some time to take it all in,” he said as he approached the boys. They had found a soda can and had been playing soccer with it since just after lunch, giving Dante and Geena some time to sit and talk.
Geena held Dante’s hand on their walk along the trail to the bus stop. If this was the only way she was going to be able to touch him, she was going to hold his hand as much as she could.
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