Page 64 of Resurfaced Passion
Maybe he was thinking a drive-thru.
In which case she was so overdressed, but she’d loved the shimmering silver bodycon dress with the plunging back only held up by thin spaghetti straps. It was probably the most daring piece of clothing she owned, beside her underwear collection which was borderline intervention worthy at this stage.
Looking at herself in the mirror, trying to swallow the chirping nerves taking flight inside her ribcage, she smiled. Yeah, she looked alright. As long as the biker at least gasped a little it would all be worth it. As it was, the dress was so tight she might not be able to eat a thing.
Oh god. He was here! Paige about fell out of her four-inch shoes in her haste to get to the door.
Nothing prepared Paige for the first look at him in tailored gray pants, a light blue shirt, open at the collar to show a sprinkling of pale chest hair. He wore his usual leather jacket and boots, but the skull cap was missing, and the sight of him standing so tall and lean with his blond hair combed back and tied at his nape, Paige’s breath got stuck somewhere between tongue and lungs.
She was gonna faint. Yep, right there in the doorway, fainting was about to happen.
Of course, it didn’t, mainly because Reaper didn’t give her a chance to swoon. What with him growling, stepping forward and his tongue plunged into her mouth, stealing all her air, and he kissed her senseless until she drowned in the gravity of him.
The way his gaze fucked her; Paige could almost imagine another lifetime when she was the object of those heated stares until she felt charred right down to her pointed heels. His stare, as it went on, felt familiar like nothing else had in a long time, brand new and beautiful all at once.
His cologne filled her chest. Male and strong. Rich and clean, she almost listed to the side to press her nose into the hollow of his neck to take the biggest whiff of him. She just bet he’d push back his head and let her too. But if she started sniffing Reaper now she had a feeling she wouldn’t stop, and she’d poured herself into this dress for a reason and it wasn’t to strip it off minutes later in her hallway.
The silence and desire swirling between them compounded, breath after labored breath.
“Shall we go?” She asked finally.
He palmed her hand in his much bigger one, instantly she warmed, then he took the house keys from her and locked up.
“You didn’t tell me where we were going.”
“An Italian place over in Fort Springs.”
“Ohh. I love Italian.” She beamed and felt his hand squeeze hers. He gave her a quiet. “I know.”
A little of her excitement dampened when they’d climbed down the stairs leading away from her apartment to face a huge truck. One of those fancy F-150’s if she was correct. The bodywork practically gleamed.
“Where’s your motorcycle?”
“I left it back at the club. Didn’t think you’d want to climb on the back if you’d worn something pretty, shit gets messy.” His eyes raked and Paige’s skin burst into gooseflesh. “But I was wrong. You look stunning.”
“Thank you.” she told him as he opened the door and helped to lift her in with his hands on her waist. “I’ll admit I was looking forward to riding on the back of your bike. I’ve never been on one before.”
She watched him climb in behind the wheel and face her, his face did a funny scrunch before it flattened out to his usual unreadable mask. It was one of those times she wondered why he always seemed like he was carrying a million secrets around with him.
Maybe in time he’d open up.
After all, four years later here they were on their first date! Give it four more and they might progress to a second. Paige held in her giggle as he started up the truck.
His hand came out and covered her thigh above her knee.
Butterflies attacked her belly.
He kept it there the whole way across town.
Paige was about ready to crawl across the console and lick him to death and ask for a good pounding by the time he parallel parked and turned off the engine. She couldn’t breathe through all the lust assaulting her from every which way she turned.
One hand on her knee was all it took for her to feel insanely hot.
The same happened when he helped her out of the truck and placed a hand right at the base of her spine where it was hottest. His tapered fingers moved the material of her dress a little to place right over her bare skin.
“You take my breath away, baby.” He whispered in her ear right after he gave his name to the hostess. Renner. How had she never known his surname in all this time? It was when they were seated in a quiet corner table that she asked. “I feel silly that I only just realized I don’t know your real name.”
The restaurant was amazingly beautiful. Everything she loved, prettiness on the tables, soft music playing and a heaping basket of bread their waiter brought over the moment they were seated, but it was the man in front of her who captivated every ounce of Paige’s attention.
