She pressed the helmet against his chest and released it. He caught it by reflex and glared at her.
She shook her head. “You’re more important than I am. Take it.”
The muscles in his jaw clenched.
“Dammit. We’re wasting time.”
Nothing. Just stony silence.
Fuuuck.
“You’re either all in, Killian, or you’re out.” She stood on the foot peg and swung her leg over the seat. She turned the ignition key and the engine purred to life. Familiar vibrations flowed through her, bringing with them a sense of peace.
He stared at her and the bike for a long second. “This is a bad idea. A bad idea that’s getting worse by the moment.”
Kicking up the kickstand, she balanced on her toes. “Last chance. You coming?”
Without a word, Killian pulled on the helmet and swung his leg over the seat. As he settled in, his arms wrapped around her and she shivered at his touch.
She’d ridden with passengers before. None of them had affected her the way Killian did.
His feet were still on the ground so she took advantage of the moment to swivel around. “Where are we going?”
He shrugged. “It’s your show now.”
Dammit. “Okay.”
She faced forward and considered their options.
The only places that came to mind were the hacker’s hideout and back to Tremaine headquarters. Not much point in going back to the warehouse, unless they wanted to dig around the computers again. Or have sex on those small, uncomfortable beds.
Sex.
Oh, god. She shouldn’t be thinking about sex with Killian again. Not when they were on the run from Tremaine Security again.
Not when he was pressed against her back and this beast of a motorcycle was thrumming between her legs.
Bad Dizzie. Don’t think about sex with Killian.
Heat rushed through her veins. Well, that didn’t work.
Think about safety. Some warm place to spend the night. She hadn’t slept in a good bed since Killian’s house.
Killian’s house.
Dizzie clicked her nails against the handlebars.
That could work. Upside: Tremaine Security had no reason to look for her there. Downside: They’d have to cut across town without being noticed.
She laughed. Good thing she knew how to do that.
Should she tell Killian her plan?
Screw it. If she got a better idea between here and there? Well, quick direction changes were a hell of a lot easier on a bike than in a car.
“All right, hang on tight,” she said over her shoulder.
Killian’s weight shifted behind her. His grip around her waist tightened as he lifted his legs from the ground and placed them on the passenger foot pegs.
