Excitement blasted through her and she pressed a hand to her stomach in an effort to calm her nerves. She’d had her eye on him for months but hadn’t made a move. Griffin had an air of confidence that rolled off him in palpable waves. It was so powerful, oftentimes she could feel his presence from the top of her head down to her toes before spotting him in a crowd. It made her body hum and tingle but also made him more than a little intimidating. Griffin looked up at her, cigarette clenched between his lips, and patted the small bitch seat behind him. “Mount up.” Desi gripped his shoulder, stepped onto the foot peg, and swung her leg over the sissy bar. Once seated, she wrapped her arms around his waist. She had no idea where they were going, and really, she didn’t care. All that mattered was she was riding on the back of Griffin’s bike and with any luck, him later. “Ready.” The summer night air felt cool once they were moving and tickled her bare arms.
