He stepped back. “You’re not exactly dressed for it.”
I spun for him. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, but are you going to be comfortable riding in a skirt that short?”
“Today, I’m going to match your courage. Danger is my middle name. Hell, I survived a serial killer.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.” He put his helmet back on and helped me with mine.
As we left the parking lot, I held tight to Zane.
Half an hour of wind and noise later, I was positive that wrapped around my man like this was exactly where I was meant to be. “Faster.”
He responded with a quick twist of the throttle, and the bike roared forward.
Serena had warned me that being with a SEAL was a ticket to afull-throttle lifeand she was sure right.
After he slowed down, I yelled to him, “Maybe after lunch we can findsomewhere secluded to stop.” I reached lower and squeezed him through his jeans.
“You keep that up, Angel, and we won’t make it to your restaurant.”
He grew hard under my touch.
I pulled my hand away. “Want to know something else?”
“What?”
“I forgot my panties.”
He laughed and sped up. “Angel, now we’re definitely stopping before that restaurant.”
Full throttle life.
EPILOGUE
A LOVING HEART IS THE TRUEST WISDOM – CHARLES DICKENS
Zane
(Ten months later)
Lying in a field of strawberries,I took in the sweet scent. The sky was peaceful.
A fly buzzed nearby and then landed on my nose.
It tickled.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
My eyes popped instantly open.
She grabbed my hand before I could pull away.
My hand encircled Peyton’s breast, and my head was in her hair. That explained the tickle on my nose. The strawberry scent was still strong. “Morning.”
“See. We can do this.”
“Do you mean this?” I squeezed the soft mound of her breast. It felt fucking amazing.
