I smiled at him. “You misunderstand. I don’t want to ride,” I said with a grin. “I want you to teach me how to drive it.”
He just looked at me for a long moment. “Are you seeing anyone else?”
The sudden change of topic made me take a moment. “I— What? No. Why?”
He cupped my face in his hands, kissed me until the tips of my fingers tingled. “Because I want you all to myself.”
I grinned up at him, watched the answering glow in his eyes. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he said, then kissed me again, sealing the deal.
He threw a leg over the bike, patted the seat in front of him.
“Come on, Elisa Sullivan. We’ve got a long way togo.”