Page 19 of Razor
“I feel it too, Little girl.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I can’t wait to spend the day with you.” Razor ran his powerful hands down her arms. “You look delectable as you are. Go run a comb through your hair if that makes you happier, but don’t worry about makeup for me.”
Razor smiled at her as if she were the prettiest woman in town. Honey thanked the two minutes she’d taken to brush her teeth when the handsome man stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her to draw her in for a kiss. She melted against his powerful chest, loving his strength wrapped around her as his lips moved sensuously on hers.
When he lifted his mouth from hers, she decided he was definitely the best kisser ever. When she realized she was staring at him as he rubbed her back, she forced herself to move away. “Sorry.”
“For what? I enjoy holding you in my arms. I plan on doing it often.”
Her stomach growling saved Honey from having to answer.
“You’re going to perish from hunger. It’s time I fed you.”
“Really? You’re okay being seen with me in public without makeup?”
When he glowered at her, she decided to take him at his word. Her skin reacted occasionally to her cosmetics. Honey usually gave herself a break from the chemicals when she was away from her job. “I’ll be right back. Come on in and have a seat. I’ll tame my locks and grab my purse.”
A few minutes later, she rejoined him with her small phone case purse slung over her shoulder and her hair in a ponytail. “I’m ready.”
Razor wrapped his powerful hands around her waist and met her gaze directly. “I will never lie to you, Honey.”
“Oh! I didn’t mean to imply you were lying. I didn’t want to embarrass you out there.”
“You could never embarrass me, Little girl. No matter how you look or what you do, unless you target someone without a valid reason. And I don’t think you’d do that.”
“No. I wouldn’t hurt a fly. Maybe a mosquito because they would suck out my blood,” Honey said and realized she was chattering nervously.
“Kill all those annoying creatures. They delight in torturing me,” Razor said.
“Me too!”
Honey allowed Razor to guide her out of the door. A shiny blue truck sat in her driveway. “You didn’t bring your motorcycle?”
“I thought riding in the truck would make a better first date. It’s easier to talk inside the cab. We’ll ride my chopper sometime if you would like.”
“I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before,” she confessed.
“I’m considering taking it to the shop to equip it with an accessory.”
“More chrome?” Honey had read enough MC romances to absorb that handsome men loved to add shiny accents and other things to their bikes.
“How about I let it be a surprise?” he said, opening the passenger door and lifting her up into the seat.
His help was so automatic and easy that Honey didn’t think of protesting. She smiled her appreciation as he reached across her to buckle her seatbelt. “I can do that.”
“Not with me, you can’t,” Razor said firmly. He stepped back and closed her door firmly.
A tiny rebellion blossomed inside her, and she almost jumped out of the truck to show him he wasn’t the boss of her. Honey squashed it as soon as that popped into her brain. Having a handsome man take care of her so completely was her biggest fantasy. She wouldn’t screw that possibility up for anything.
Razor gave her a sideways glance as he climbed up into the cab. He fastened his own seatbelt before wrapping his hand around her thigh and giving her a squeeze. “Good girl.”
How did he know she’d had a moment of revolt?
“Let’s go eat, Little girl, before you get in trouble.”
“I’m a very good girl,” she told him primly and folded her hands in her lap.
