Page 13 of The Bikers Redemption

Swallowing hard, I say, “Right… us.”

We head back up to the room, and he shuts the door behind us and doesn’t lock the door.

This time, I undress. When I thought I was escaping, I didn’t want to change, knowing I’d be leaving this place and wouldn’t have time. Harley had given me his shirt, but I refused to wear it. However, I needed to now since wearing jeans and a sweater to bed won’t cut it. So, I grab the discarded T-shirt from the bed and head into the en suite to change. Harley’s eyes are watching me, not missing anything.

Once I’m changed, I walk back to the bedroom and stop when I find Harley in my bed. His arms are behind his head as it rests on them, looking over at me. My heart skips a beat. He looks so gorgeous lying there like a god, and his eyes are glued to me wearing his shirt. It’s like in the old days when I always slept in his shirt while he was bare-chested, but I can’t let him know my thoughts.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sleeping beside you. This way, I can keep my eye on you.”

“Fine,” I state. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No, you won’t.”

I stop, then turn to him. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ll follow you to the floor. Now stop acting like a child and lie beside me,” he answers, patting the bed.

Knowing I won’t win this battle because I believe he will follow me to the floor, I choose the softness of the bed rather than the hard surface.

Slowly pulling the covers down, I slip under the cool sheets and bring the covers up to my neck.

Laughter sounds beside me, and I turn to my side to face him. He follows and faces me with a big smile on his face.

“What’s so funny?”

“Baby, I don’t know why you’re acting like I haven’t seen your sweet body before.” He rubs his jaw. If memory serves me well…” he continues, his eyes now dark and filled with desire, “… you have a cute birthmark on the left side of your butt cheek—”

“Stop it,” I interrupt.

His hand reaches out and cups my cheek. My eyes flutter shut, remembering the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Baby, I’m an idiot for letting you go. My focus on revenge blinded me, and all I could see and feel was rage.”

My eyes fly open, and the intensity of his stare has me holding my breath.

His thumb runs across my bottom lip. “I behaved like a fool. I know that now. And I know I’ve said this before, but Serena, I never stopped loving you. You were never far from my thoughts.”

My heart melts, and I find myself mesmerized by his gaze. His tongue comes out and wets his bottom lip while the air between us thickens.

His hand leaves my cheek, and he falls on his back, releasing a breath as he runs his hands down his face in frustration. I’m stunned. I was so sure he was going to kiss me.

Why do I sound disappointed? I’m so confused by my feelings. I feel indebted to Luca as his wife, but my buried feelings for Harley have resurfaced and are uncontrollable.

I follow Harley and lay on my back, gazing at the ceiling with no words, just silence and thoughts.

“Are you angry?”

“What? No… I’m not angry,” he responds, sounding frustrated.

“Well, you sound angry to me,” I express, glancing over at him, watching as he runs his hands through his hair.

“I’m just… I’m just…”

“What?” I whisper under my breath.

“I’m craving you. Are you happy now?” He jumps out of bed, his arousal obvious by the bulge in his boxers. He paces the floor, his hands on his hips as he takes deep breaths.

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