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"Joooohnnnn," she breathed, barely a long word, more like the idea of one.
He smiled against her skin, feeling it rise and fall with each inhale she forgot to manage properly. His thumb traced a cautious circle just above her ribs, learning the map of her by touch alone. She leaned into the contact, chest pressing to his palm with a quiet courage that made his own heartbeat thrum harder than the bike engine ever had.
"You make it hard to think," she whispered, fingers sliding into his hair, guiding him back up so she could see his eyes again.
"Thinking would ruin this," he murmured, and kissed along the slope of her collarbone, slow enough that she could feel every intention.
She shivered — a delicate, delicious tremor that traveled from her chest to his hands as if asking him to follow.
"You really did come back early for me," she said, voice thin with wonder and a hint of mischief.
