And what I liked best of that most of all was knowing that he was worried I wouldn’t forgive him and if I hadn’t come to Ride, he was going to find me.
He wasn’t going to let me go.
I did matter.
“So, you gonna settle in and let me sleep or you gonna stare at me in the dark while I do that?” he asked when I didn’t move and kept staring at him in the dark.
“I’ll settle,” I whispered then did what I told him I’d do.
I was looking at the shadowed planes of his chest, feeling warm and fuzzy and I’d been doing this for a while when Tack muttered, “Every day, somethin’ new. Will I ever get to the heart of you?”
I pulled in a deep breath.
Damn, but I liked that too and the part I liked was it sounded like he both wanted to and didn’t but either way would be fine with him.
“I don’t know. No one has ever tried,” I answered quietly.
“Well, darlin’, gratitude. ‘Cause you just ensured I’ll sleep good knowin’ I’m the first man who gets that shot.”
That made me turn my head, press my face in his skin and deep breathe to control happy tears.
“Fuck me, she really can’t handle sweet,” he muttered to the ceiling.
“So stop doing it,” I suggested.
“Not a chance,” he returned.
God, I hoped not.
I really, really did.
* * * * *
My eyes opened to the early dawn light weakly shining through the curtains and dimly lighting the room.
And what I saw was Tack’s chest and his tats.
We were in the same position we’d fallen asleep in, me tucked tight to his side, cheek cushioned by his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me, mine wrapped around his gut.
We hadn’t moved, either of us, all night.
I liked that. So much my hand slid up his side, over his chest and to his neck where my fingers curled around but my thumb moved out to glide along the stubble next to the edge of his goatee. As I did this, I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. Then, with the tip of my tongue, I trailed a path to his nipple where I let my tongue swirl.
He tasted great.
His arm around my waist tightened and I lifted my head just enough to see his sleepy, sexy, already heated blue eyes on me.
“You need to get down to business,” I whispered and his eyes went from heated to hot.
Then his other arm locked around me. He rolled me to my back and he did what he needed to do, proving Elvira right.
Biker boys knew how to live.
Chapter Nineteen
Except Better
“Oh lordy, stop talking.”