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“I’m glad I was here.”
“Me too,” Honey told him honestly. He was like a guardian angel.
Razor turned his head to address the man hovering to take the table. “Go away.”
“Hey, man. I’m not causing any problems. I saw you leaving and thought….”
“Go away,” Razor interrupted him.
“I’ll take care of this, Razor,” a gruff voice commented.
Honey’s face heated with embarrassment. Could this get any worse? Now, two more Devil Daddies MC members stood on either side of the group waiting for the table. “Give me a minute. I’ll get out of here.”
Razor’s hand closed gently over her shoulder, silencing her. “Thanks, Pirate. Find them another table, please.”
The other biker looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. “Got it. Not kicked out. Just relocated.”
“Oh, no…,” Honey protested. Razor’s hand tightened slightly on her shoulder—not painfully, but his grip captured her attention.
“Thanks, Pirate,” Razor said.
“Come on, folks. I’ve got a better place for you next to the dance floor. Follow me.”
“Dude! That’s awesome. We saw a reserved table….” The man’s voice disappeared into the crowd noise as they moved away.
“Let me help you, Honey.” Razor scooped her up from the bench seat and set Honey on her feet. She grabbed his arm in surprise as she steadied herself. He held on to her as she regained her balance.
Both relieved and self-conscious about his help, Honey muttered, “Thanks.”
Honey felt like a complete fool. She should not have come here. But inside, she knew she’d often think of her time there with the handsome biker, the amazing author, and sweet Winnie. She wouldn’t return if she didn’t have the strength to fend for herself.
“My pleasure. Are you ready to leave, or would you like to dance?” Razor asked as a slow song filled the air.
“I….” Instant desire to enjoy moving to the music flooded her. Like she had before. Honey needed to start home. But when would she have this opportunity again? “Dance. I’d like to dance, please. That is, if you don’t mind my tripping over your feet.”
“That will never happen. Let me carry this for you.”
He looped her purse over his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her. After effortlessly lifting her feet from the ground, Razor navigated through the crowd until they were surrounded by the couples on the dance floor. The similar positions of the others held close kept Honey from feeling conspicuous. She bet no one could see that her toes hovered over the floor.
His body felt amazing against her. Even in her prime dating days, Honey hadn’t gone out with anyone in Razor’s buff shape. He held her effortlessly pressed to his muscular frame as he swayed to the music.
Treasuring every second, Honey hoped she’d remember this moment. The allure of the beat, the thrill of his hard form against her, and the freedom of moving combined to overwhelm her. She blinked away the tears that prickled against her eyelids. She could be sad later.
Razor tightened one arm, transferring her weight as he raised a hand to cup her cheek. Her gaze flew to mesh with his. “I’m going to kiss you, Little girl. Tell me no now if you don’t want this.”
She’d never see him again. Honey daringly shifted her hands from his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck. “Please,” she whispered.
His lips captured hers in a punishing kiss, and a deep moan welled from inside her. Not the gentle exchange she’d expected, Razor demanded her response as an electric thrill spread through her. She opened her lips, inviting him in, and then tangled her tongue with his as he explored her mouth. Heat built inside her. Had she ever reacted this strongly to anyone?
A clapping sound drew her from the hypnotizing allure of his kiss. Honey pulled away to look around and noticed the music had switched to something upbeat without her realizing it. A few people applauded their exchange as they smiled at the embracing couple.
She pushed at Razor’s shoulders. “They’re watching,” she whispered, trying to gather her thoughts back together.
“I don’t care. Do you?” Razor asked.
Honey paused for a moment and shook her head. “No.”
“Good girl. Ready to go home?” He lowered her feet gently to the floor.
