[Elena's POV]

Then he took both my hands and wrapped them around the handlebars, his larger hands covering mine.

His chest was solid against my spine, warm and impossibly steady.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice coming out higher than intended.

"Teaching you to ride."

"But I don't know how—"

"I know." His breath was warm against my ear. "That's why I'm here."

His hands tightened over mine on the grips.

"Now," he said, his voice dropping to that low, commanding tone that made my stomach ...