LIORA
I wasn’t sure where Ryder was taking me, but I was enjoying the feeling of the air on my face and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
Closing my eyes, I leaned further into him, inhaling his cologne. There was something addicting about the way he smelled. Clean, masculine, and uniquely Ryder.
“I love how you smell,” I mumbled softly.
“What did you say?”
Shaking my head, I pressed a kiss to his nape. “Nothing.”
If anyone had told me I would enjoy a bike ride this much, I wouldn’t have believed them. Growing up, I had always thought motorcycles were loud, dangerous death machines. Yet here I was, wrapped around a biker I never saw coming into my life, enjoying every second of it.
We rode for about an hour before Ryder pulled onto a lonely road, leaving the highway behin
