head back down on the elevator, this time so different from the last, the air so thick with sexual tension I don’t even know where to look right now.
Licking my lips, I stare at the numbers of the floors, watching us get closer to the ground all while I can feel his brown eyes pinned on me. He says nothing, and does nothing, but I’m finding it hard to breathe, hard to not push him against the wall and kiss him once more.
I exhale as the door opens, and step out in front of him. He leaves the key card on the counter and walks out with me. Sliding the leather jacket back on, he hands me the helmet, staring at me. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it and stays quiet. I don’t know what he wants to say, but if he’s feeling the same as me—he doesn’t want tonight to end.
It would be easy to walk away. I mean, we’ve only had this night together, but these butterflies in my stomach and the way he makes me feel is confusing me.
No one has ever looked at me the way he looks at me.
It’s both unnerving and all consuming.
“Better get you home,” he mutters under his breath. “Where do you live?”
“Just around the corner from Franks,” I say, and give the directions before hopping back on the bike behind him, and holding on to him once more. His phone rings before we ride off, and he says okay to whoever is on the line then hangs up.
“We have to make a stop first, if you don’t mind,” he says as he turns his head back.
“That’s fine,” I reply, kind of happy our night has been extended a little.
He revs the engine and off we go. I can’t stop thinking about our kiss and how amazing it was. It wasn’t awkward at all, which is surprising, especially with my lack of experience. I’m imagining him kissing me again, only to be pulled out of my daydream when he comes to a stop in front of two men. Behind them is a warehouse. Is this the clubhouse he was referring to?
Temper jumps off the bike and helps me down.
“Look what we have here,” Renny calls out as he walks over to us, his brown eyes wide. “Hello, Abbie—how are you, sweetheart?”
“I’m good. Good to see you again, Renny,” I say after my helmet comes off.
He eyes the two of us, a wide grin on his face.
“I’m going to kill you,” Temper says to him, then looks towards Saint, who appears next. I wouldn’t think I’d be on a first name basis with all these bikers, but after seeing them over the years, it’s hard not to be. They’re actually pretty friendly and seem like good guys. “What’s this emergency you needed me for? Looks like the two of you are standing around and talking shit.”
Two other men appear from inside the warehouse, men that I’ve never seen before. They are wearing different colors on their cuts, which makes me guess that they are a part of a different club.
“Stay here with her,” Temper says to Saint, before bringing his gaze back to me. “I’ll just be one second.”
“Okay.”
He walks toward the men, while I give my attention to Saint. “Never thought I’d see Temper taking a woman out on a date,” he says, lip twitching.
“Never thought I’d be hanging out with bikers in my spare time,” I fire back, making him laugh out loud. He keeps his eyes on Temper, as if making sure everything is okay, watching his back.
“Who are they?” I ask quietly.
“Acquaintances, I guess you could say,” he replies, narrowing his blue eyes. “I didn’t realize Temper was still with you, or I wouldn’t have asked him to come here.”
“We were just on our way home,” I say, then quickly correct myself. “I mean, he was dropping me back at my house. I don’t mind if he has to make a stop for...uh, work, or whatever.”
Don’t need anyone to think that I