look in her direction, just continued to watch Skylar. He lowered his head until his rested upon hers, putting them nose to nose.
“Let me spoil you for the night.”
“At a movie? Earlier you said dinner.”
He lowered his eyelids for a moment. The emotion swirling in them struck her hard when he met her stare once more.
“Okay then. Something else, or both, but you have to trust me and put yourself in my hands.” His lips brushed her skin. “You know, I love to bring you pleasure.” Tone low, it reached into her pants and stroked her clit, making her aware how much she lusted after him. “Over and over again.”
Fuck. All she could do was sway closer, listening to the low, sexual cadence of his timbre.
“Say yes, baby.”
“Yes.”
…
Parker sat on his bike in her driveway, the loud engine rumbling. Skylar had told him not to worry, she could walk over there, but he wanted to do this right. But he didn’t want to be in her truck or the SUV he’d purchased. There was too much space. This way, she’d be pressed against him. Precisely the way he wanted her. This way gave him two of his loves in life. His bike and his woman.
Her front door opened, and she bent down to kiss Alpin on the head before backing out and locking it behind her. Those look like new locks. His mind drifted back to their argument earlier. Could he have been wrong about Gemma? She was a conniving woman, but he didn’t see violence in her when he was around her. Perhaps she was only putting a good show because she was trying to sway him and his parents.
But vandalism?
On the other hand, when had Skylar ever lied to him?
Fuck. He screwed that up royally. So far gone in his own thoughts, he’d completely missed what was right in front of him.
Why wouldn’t the bitch do this? Skylar was the one who’d had his back from the start; the least he could have done was protect and believe her.
When she spun toward him, his breath shot out of his body.
She gave him a small smile and strode toward him. He stopped her before she could swing behind him on the bike.
With his hand centering on her back, he encouraged her closer to kiss. When she sighed into his mouth, he ended it.
“This, baby, this is why I waited out here. We wouldn’t have left the bedroom had I seen you putting this on.”
She shook her head and tucked some hair behind her ear. “I’m in jeans and a button-down top.” Skylar rocked back on the block heel of her boots. “And boots. You said to dress comfortably for walking.”
“Baby, let me tell you something,” he whispered in her ear so he didn’t have to yell over the engine. “You’re in tight jeans with a shirt that gives me easy access and over-the-knee boots to match. This is fucking sexy. And you have all my curls pulled up and away from your stunning face except for a couple on each side to drive me crazy.” He flexed his fingers on her ass. “Perhaps we can go out tomorrow night. Let’s stay in and play strip poker.”
“This was your idea, Mr. Jax.” She moved closer to him, fingers fiddling with the helmet he’d given her.
I should have reserved the right to change my mind.
“We have one other stop to make before we get to our date.” He needed to get her to the jewelry store and get a ring to make this engagement look real.
“It’s your show.”
Words he loved to hear.
“One other thing. You know, before we go.”
She blinked and waited.
“I’m sorry.”
There was a cute little furrow between her eyebrows. “For?”
“Earlier. When I didn’t believe you. I should have. You haven’t lied to me.” He cupped her cheek, wishing he had the stones to say all he wanted to. “If you think that’s what Gemma did, I’m with you. Tell me what you want me to do about it. Confront her? Let you handle it?”
“I’ve got it.” She stepped away before coming back close. “Thank you for believing me.” She put on the helmet and he smiled at the look.
He waited until the familiar feel of her wrapped tightly around him came; once he had it, then he got them on their way. Typically, he loved racing fast on his bike, but tonight, he took his time, obeying the speed limit. While he enjoyed going at higher speeds, something he