Page 45 of Riding the Edge

“You comfortable like that?” I ask, tipping my chin. “Or you wear pajamas to bed?”

“You’re not putting my pajamas on me,” she argues.

“I’d rather you don’t wear them,”

“Oh, why is that?”

“Need a few minutes to recover, Lady, but after that I’m gonna want another go at you,” I tell her, patting her thigh. “Move over.”

Inching towards the other side of the bed, she makes room for me to climb in next to her.

“Does that mean you’re spending the night?”

“I’m not the fuck and run type,” I reply, wrapping an arm around her.

“I have an appointment early tomorrow morning.”

“I’m also an early riser,” I say.

“Okay,” she murmurs, curling into my side. Grabbing her thigh, I drape it over me and kiss the top of her head. As I gently stroke her back, I can’t help but realize how content I feel lying here with her. For the first time in a long fucking time, I’m not worried about anything. My head is clear, and my body relaxed.

The sound of Maria’s laughter causes me to open my eyes and glance down at her.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” she says, trying to suppress a chuckle.

Lifting my head off the pillow, she rolls onto her back and turns her head. Her body shakes with silent laughter. Taking her chin, I gently force her eyes to mine.

“Lady,” I growl.

“Sorry,” she laughs. “It’s just, well, I figured the most exciting thing to get between my legs tonight was going to be your motorcycle,” she admits, pulling the sheet over her mouth to hide the smile.

I was right when I said the mystery of Maria was appealing. However, I didn’t take into consideration how fascinating I would find her when I peeled away all her layers. She wasn’t just easy on the eyes and a fantastic lay. She was a strong woman with a big heart. Someone who liked the finer things in life but wasn’t opposed to slumming it with the likes of me. To sweeten the deal, the woman had a sense of humor too.

Smirking, I tear the sheet away from her body and roll over, positioning myself between her legs.

“The ride I’m going to take you on is better than one you’ll take on any fucking Harley,” I say, touching my lips to hers.

“Is that a promise?”

“That’s a fucking fact,” I growl. “Hold on, Lady, it’s going to be a long ride.”

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