Page 22 of Rage's Heart

My baby. I tossed the words around in my head a few more times not feeling the cringe at being tied down like I usually did.

Well fuck.

Guess I’d made a decision about what to do about the sexy woman behind me.

Instead of heading to the beach like I’d planned, I took a left and circled back toward my place.

Ten minutes later, I pulled into my driveway and cut the engine.

“You awake back there?” Mac’s arms stayed locked around me for a beat longer before she finally loosened her grip.

“We’re here already?” she asked, her voice thick with exhaustion as she pulled off the helmet.

“Yeah, baby. You were about to fall asleep on my bike” I swung my leg over and held out my hand to help her off. “Thought you might need a nap.”

Her cheeks flushed pink. “I’m fine, really. I just need some coffee or something.”

I snorted, guiding her toward my front door. “You need sleep.”

The moment we stepped inside, Diesel came barreling toward us, his tail wagging so hard his entire body moved. For a dog that had been half-dead less than a month ago, he was making a hell of a comeback.

“Hey there, handsome!” Mac’s tired voice brightened immediately as she crouched down to scratch his neck. “Look at you! Every time I see you, you look so much better.”

Something warm settled in my chest at the sight of them together. Before I could dwell on it, Mac’s stomach let out a loud, angry growl.

Her head shot up, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink.

“Hungry?” I asked, fighting back a smirk.

She gave me a sheepish smile. “Starving. I didn’t have time to eat before my shift ended.”

As she stood back up, I caught her glancing longingly down the hall, mumbling under her breath, “What I really want is a hot shower.”

“Knock yourself out,” I said, jerking my chin toward the bathroom. “Clean towels are in the cabinet. You’re welcome to anything in my closet that might fit.”

Her eyes widened slightly, like she hadn’t meant for me to hear that part. “You sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Her, wet and naked in my bathroom. Wasn’t ‘bout to tell her no.

“Go,” I insisted, already moving toward the kitchen. “I’ll throw something together for us to eat.”

She hesitated for only a second before nodding gratefully. “Thanks, Rage.”

I watched her disappear down the hall, Diesel trotting happily after her.

Once I heard the water running, I pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and tossed it in the oven. Not exactly gourmet, but it would do the job.

While the pizza cooked, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the cap.

My mind drifted back to that kiss at her apartment. I’d only been trying to fuck with the douchebag who was bothering her, but fuck me the second my lips touched her, it’d felt like a thousand volts of electricity surging through my body. I

My dick twitched, wanting more from the blonde in my shower.

“Fuck.“

Fifteen minutes later, I heard bare feet padding across the tile, and when I turned, my breath caught in my throat.

Mac stood in the kitchen doorway, wet hair hanging loose around her shoulders, wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts that swallowed her whole.

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