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potent—dreams aside, she began to fantasize what would it be like to have this man make love to her.
    She caught her breath as he stepped on the shifter and twisted the throttle. They lurched forward and immediately moved out into traffic, blending into the flow, heading south. To her right, out over the sea, the sun moved down toward the horizon. To her left they cast long shadows that danced in the opposite lane. He drove as smoothly as before, and she moved with him, her center starting to flow naturally with the motions of the bike now, comfortable with the way it moved, the way he controlled her.
    All too soon he was pulling up in front of her apartment and stopping. They sat for a moment with the bike idling. She didn’t want it to end, but it had to or she would be swept up by her emotions. Once she knew him, then maybe… But now she forced herself to slip off the seat and stand beside him, taking off the helmet, reluctantly handing it to him.
    “That was beautiful. Thank you for introducing me to that.”
    “I hope we can do it more. If you want to. As often as you like.”
    The words were music to her soul. “Yes. I’d like that.” She hesitated. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”
    He smiled at her. “Mel, I’d like that more than anything in the world.” He sighed. “The truth is that we both know I’d better not accept. To do this right, at least one of us has to be strong.”
    She knew he was right. If he came in, they’d go straight to her bed. “I—”
    He stopped her by touching his fingers to her lips, then stroked her cheek, letting his warm hand rest there as he stared into her eyes. Her knees felt weak, then he slipped his fingers under her chin, tilted her head up, bent down and kissed her. His lips burned with a fire, a heat that she’d never felt before. It shot through her, making itself felt in every fiber of her being. Then he smiled. “No, I’d definitely better not come in for… a drink. Not quite yet.”
    Lust burned in his eyes. Seeing how much he wanted her, that he struggled to stand there made her tremble more, nearing the point of becoming uncontrollable. “No?”
    “Some things need time. I think this is one. Some people need to be very certain about what they want. I want you desperately, Melanie, but I know you aren’t sure about me—what I am. I want to come in. I want you, but even more I don’t want to mess this up. So I’d better go.”
    She stood on the curb looking after him long after he was out of sight. Her legs were weak and her heart ached. This biker, this outlaw, seemed to know her. He wanted her, yet he understood her fears. He was willing to be kind, considerate. In her world that would mean he cared about her, but he was right that she needed to know what that meant to him. As badly as she hungered for him now, she wanted something that would be more than a hot night. Finding out if that was even possible for them, if such different people could have a future, would mean getting to know more about his world. That was far more complex, a bigger step than just learning that it was fun to go on a bike ride. He’d already shown her that he had strength, willpower enough for both of them, for she had been well and truly seduced already. All he had to do was step in that door.
    She wasn’t used to being wracked by such powerful emotions, and clearly finding out what was possible meant taking more gambles with him, some bigger steps. It was scary but she was eager, hungry to learn more.

CHAPTER SIX
    Monday mornings were always chaotic. The kids would arrive still buzzing from whatever they’d done on their days off and slow to settle back in. The teachers suffered from it too. You didn’t turn your life off and on as if there was a switch you could flip that directed your mind from “personal” to “school” even if that might be efficient. And after her Saturday, that amazing, intense, yet frustrating Saturday, Melanie found it hard to