Page 90 of Hunter

RYLEIGH

I looked downat the monster parked near the sidewalk, and suddenly, my excitement from before dissipated, and in its place was apprehension.

And lots of it.

“I changed my mind,” I said. “Do you want to take my car instead?”

He looked at me with amusement in his eyes. “Are you saying you don’t like the bike?”

“No, of course not,” I said, hoping I didn’t offend him.

It was a monster of a bike. A huge bike.

All right, so no bigger than a regular motorcycle I’d seen on the street, but then again, I had never had to get on one of them before.

“It’s a fine bike,” I added, nodding, so he knew I was serious.

He bit his bottom lip, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

He looked like he was trying hard not to laugh at me.

“Then get on it, baby.”

I shook my head. It didn’t look stable.

He looked at me thoughtfully. “You’re scared.”

“Well, duh.”

He laughed then. I didn’t let the sound affect me.

Much.

Coming up close to me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I placed my arms around his shoulders, trying to keep from suggesting we skip this breakfast date and perhaps go back up to my apartment and do what I had been too cautious about doing before.

Have sex.

I didn’t think I was ready for it when we were back at my apartment, as he helped me fix my dress, but that sounded better than getting on this death trap.

I took him in, from those gorgeous brown eyes, long eyelashes, strong nose, and kissable lips, and down to his broad shoulders, muscular pec, and hard abs.

I swallowed.

Yeah, it sounded like a good idea.

He let his hand come down and pinch my butt cheek.

“Hey.” I glared up at him.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

“I know that.”

He laughed. “Stop checking me out and focus.”

“I’m focusing.”

His eyes danced with humor a bit before they turned serious, and he said, “Do you really think I would let anything happen to you?”

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