Free Snowbound with the Biker (Holiday Encounters Book 2) by Amy Lamont

the fire and slipped into one of my dreams.
    But Hunter gave me a gentle shake and I knew this was no dream. I was standing here in Hunter Lawson’s arms.
    “So what did me and my bike have to do with you and your friends writing dirty words in our lawn?”
    I bit my lip and stared up at him, but all thought fled.
    He gave me another little shake and grinned like he knew exactly the effect he was having on me. “Tell me, Kate.”
    I swallowed and nodded a little. I took a deep breath and held it a second before slowly letting it out, and I dropped my eyes to his chest. Here went nothing. “I loved watching you on that bike. I can’t tell you how many times I’d watch out the window when I heard you riding out and wished I could go with you.”
    I sneaked a peek up at him to see his reaction.
    His eyebrows furrowed again. “Is that what you meant earlier when you said I had no idea how many times you’d thought about going for a ride on my bike?”
    I nodded before giving a little shrug. “I’ve wanted to do that since I was fifteen-years-old.”
    “You never said anything. You could have just asked for a ride. But you never said two words to me.” He squinted down at me, and I swear I could see the memories playing out in his mind. “In fact, if I remember correctly, you stopped tagging along so much around that time. I figured you looked down on me for buying that bike.”
    I snorted. Nothing could be further from the truth. But looking back now, I could see why it seemed that way. I’d had a pretty harmless crush on him up until that point.
    But the first time I saw him on that bike, something shifted. My fantasies went from having Hunter hold my hand and admit his feelings for me to having Hunter put me on the back of his bike to ride to some secluded spot and then bend me over the back of his bike while he did all manner of naughty things to me.
    My face flamed.
    His hands flexed on my hips and a low chuckle broke from him. “I’d pay good money to know what thought just went through your head.”
    My eyes widened and I couldn’t tear my gaze from his. Was Hunter flirting with me?
    My heart stuttered in my chest and I fought to gather my composure. No easy feat considering he still had his hands on me.
    “Anyway,” I said, “I liked seeing how happy you were riding off on that bike. And Logan told me how you’d saved money for the better part of a year to buy it. But your dad seemed to lose his mind. I swear I heard him yelling at you for a week straight.”
    “That sounds about right,” he said.
    “I couldn’t take it. One night I admitted to my friends how much I wanted to get back at your dad and some of the ideas I’d had over the years.” I shrugged. “That was about all it took. Before I knew it we had a bunch of pranks planned. And you know the rest.”
    “So you’re saying, the pranks had nothing to do with my dad being a dick to you? You heard him yelling at me and decided you needed to…what, defend me?”
    The heat in my face intensified until I felt like my head might blow off my shoulders. But I managed the most nonchalant shrug I could muster up. “I guess.”
    “You guess.” He grinned and with just the shifting of his weight, he closed the space between us until he was pressed against me. “All this time I figured you thought I was a piece of shit. But you watched me on my bike and noticed how happy it made me. You defended me when my dad got out of hand. Why? Why did you do that, Katelyn, when you never spoke two words to me?”
    The breath left my lungs and my heartbeat picked up until I worried I might pass out. Heat moved through my body, starting at all the points where his body touched mine.
    He leaned down, bending his knees a little until we were on eye level. “Katelyn, tell me.”
    His low whisper so close to my ear sent shivers through me. Goosebumps rose on my skin. I stared into his eyes. I couldn’t make sense of what was going on. Why was Hunter holding