and swept her beneath him. “I wanted you to come with me because you want to be with me, because you trust me and feel safe with me. Not because you assumed if Harper went, it was okay for you to go, too.”
“I have news for you, Justin.” She wound her arms around his neck, bringing his face close to hers again, and whispered, “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t be lying beneath you naked or letting you do all sorts of filthy things to me with that giant python of yours.” She pressed her lips to his and said, “Now, are we going to ride, or what?”
TWO ORGASMS AND one sinfully sexy shower later, Justin and Chloe grabbed breakfast and he gave her a lesson in motorcycle safety. Then they headed over to her cottage so she could change her clothes and pick up the wedding album for Harper and Gavin. The ride to her place was heaven and hell for Justin. He’d touched and tasted every inch of her body, and that still hadn’t prepared him for the feel of her pressed against his back or the pride that swelled within him at finally having his girl on his bike.
When they arrived at her place, he climbed off the bike and took a moment to admire her long legs straddling his bike. She was wearing the glittery top, skinny jeans, and high heels she’d worn last night, and she looked sexy as hell as she took off her helmet and shook her head, her blond hair tumbling around her face.
“Maybe you should take a picture,” she said sassily.
He whipped out his phone, and she tucked the helmet under her arm, striking a pose.
“Damn, girl, you are hot.”
He helped her off the bike, and she thrust out her hip, flashing a sultry smile as he took another picture.
She giggled and said, “That’s enough, biker boy.”
He pocketed his phone and kissed her. “I’ll never get enough. How’d you like the ride?”
“It was fun! I wasn’t even that nervous once we got going.” She tugged at his hand and said, “Come on. I need to change my clothes so we’re not late.”
Justin had been in Chloe’s house a few times, but he’d never hung out there. While she changed her clothes, he took a moment to look around her living room. Pale green, blue, and yellow accent pillows brought her off-white couches to life. Simple and feminine, but not overly girly. A pastel throw rug picked up on the auburn, orange, and red accents she had scattered around the room. The mantel held framed pictures of Serena as a young girl, at her college graduation, in front of her interior design office, and on her wedding day beaming up at Drake, who was looking at her the way Justin knew he looked at Chloe—like she was the only woman in the world for him. The walls were decorated with pictures of Chloe with their friends. Each frame was decorated with ribbons, fabric, and other embellishments.
He moved to one of the bookshelves flanking the fireplace, where there were romance novels, mysteries, and a few books about working with the elderly. Mixed among them were more framed pictures of Serena and their friends, but not a single picture of Chloe. He glanced at the other bookshelf and noticed several thick binders; some were fabric, others with leather or distressed-looking vinyl. He pulled out a polka-dot fabric binder. Correction—scrapbook. On the cover was a picture of Chloe with her arm around Serena when they were young. They were sitting on a log in the grass. Serena was beaming at the camera, and Chloe, who looked to be about nine or ten years old, wore the unmistakable expression of a little girl with heaps of responsibility on her shoulders. Her hair was longer, to the middle of her back. She wore a T-shirt that had PEPSI written across the front, a pair of worn jeans that were frayed on the bottoms, and cheap flip-flops. She was lanky and adorable, all elbows and knees. He opened the album and found pages and pages of pictures of Serena when she was growing up, with a few pictures of Chloe sprinkled in. Every page was meticulously decorated with happy themes, like beaches and butterflies. Dragonflies appeared on nearly every page, and Chloe had written around the pictures, detailing special moments. He couldn’t imagine how much time it must have taken to create such beautiful memories on every