Chapter 13
BOBBY
I’m in. But you’re wrong.
About what?
I’ll never tire of being with you.
Never say never. Your words will come back to bite you in the ass and rob you of your heart and soul.
You know what I’d say to your ‘never say never’ BS?
What, baby?
I’d say bring it.
I like that. A lot. Bring it, sweetness. I’ll be your villain, your bad boy, any fucking day of the year.
I can’t get her out of my mind.
I can’t stop thinking about our conversation.
I can’t forget the sadness in her eyes when we said our goodbyes.
I had to let her go so she could make it in time for her shift.
But I’ll be damned if I don’t see her again before my flight tomorrow morning.
I wait for Ever to walk out the door of Sweet Creations bakery with my motorcycle helmet concealing my face. I’m in full gear, from my leather jacket and riding pants to my hardcore boots. It didn’t take me two fucking hours to make the drive from Alexandria.
To see Ever again, I made the drive in half the time.
Yeah, it was dangerous as fuck, topping speeds up to one hundred, but I’ve done far more dangerous things than hurrying to see a woman who has my heart kicking up extra beats and my stomach clenching with anticipation.
I feel her before I see her. The current between her and me is hot and electric, this invisible string that continues to bring us together since I saw her on the dance floor.
It wasn’t her beauty that snagged my attention. It was Ever’s smile. Carefree. Innocent. Then she roped me into living out her fantasy, and I was hooked.
Hooked on the two sides of her.
A shy, blushing woman one moment and a sexy goddess the next, with her confidence and take-charge attitude.
I lean into my bike and check her out with my tinted visor down.
She steps away from the door, and it quietly closes behind her.
Ever meets my gaze and hikes her backpack higher on her shoulder before she takes slow steps in my direction.
I take her in, from her long, luscious hair pulled back in a ponytail that swings from side to side with each step she takes, to her periwinkle-blue shirt that clings to her perfect breasts and flat abs, and to the black pants that show off the delectable curves of her hips.
Groaning under my breath, fighting off a cockstand, I crook a finger.
She stops walking and shakes her head, a slow side-to-side. I crook three fingers and rub the spot in front of my crotch. Her eyes widen. I swear our hearts beat in tandem. My mouth dries. My cock stiffens and strains against my leather pants.
Done with messing with her, needing to wrap her in my arms and lose this ache in my chest at the thought I won’t hold her again for six fucking days, I remove my helmet.
Ever bites down on her bottom lip and checks me out from head to toe, then takes in the shiny superbike between my legs. Her hand goes to her throat. Her throat moves in a nervous swallow. Her fingers flit to her hair. She smooths her hand over her hair and tugs at her collar.
A thrill goes through me.
Ever is fucking turned on by what she sees.
Chuckling, I shake my head. This woman will be the death of me with her reactions to seeing me. I’m being seen for the true me for the first time, and I can get used to the feeling.
She walks closer to where I’ve backed into a parking space facing the entrance of Sweet Creations.
I wait patiently for her when every nerve in my body is amped up to rush her, grab her by the waist, and swing us around until all I hear is her laughter, her happiness.
I wait. She takes a step and then another.
I dismount the bike.
“Come here, sweetness.” I pull out a helmet and a leather jacket in her size from my backpack. “Help me live out my fantasy.”