“A sure thing, huh?”
“You said the magic words, remember?”
“I remember. I’m just learning to take one second at a time with the two of us. Lot of things I could do or say wrong between now and when I bend you over my bike.” He reached over for his glass, pausing before he took a sip, his eyes focusing on mine.
I felt the flush rise to my cheeks at the image that came to mind. We’d brought up sex on the bike several times in the past. It seemed as though it was a rite of passage with him, being who he was and all. Unfortunately, he was right about one thing; something had always come up in the past. Whether it was him or me, or even the club, there was always some kind of distraction getting in the way.
“Maybe we should eat faster then,” I suggested, raising my eyebrows in question. Then I leaned forward and lowered my voice, my smile making my cheeks ache. “Or keep your mouth full.”
The challenge in his eyes was immediate. He barely moved his lips, but I heard the small growl before he spoke. “Eat your food, Ayda, or my old friend over there and a room full of strangers are going to see parts of us no one else has ever seen before.”
It was almost embarrassing how easily he could affect me when he did things like that. I felt the immediate tightening in my stomach as a rash of goose bumps made the hair on my arms stand to attention. With the growl, it was only a matter of time before I began to fidget in my seat. He knew what he was doing to me. It was burning in his eyes as he watched me, his jaw rigid with every chew.
There were times when I questioned whether it was natural to want someone as much as I wanted him.
“Is that a threat or a promise, Mr. Tucker?”
“Both,” he answered quietly. His feet slid out on the floor, hooking around mine before pulling my ankle forward. When it came to doing what he wanted in public, there was little that seemed to scare Drew.
I looked down at my plate. I’d managed to eat half of the food on there, but the serving size was huge. There was no way I could fit more in.
“That was so good, but I’m stuffed. I think I may need some bending and stretching to work some of these carbs off.” I took his lead, my foot pushing against his jeans and around the bend of his knee to his thigh. I loved being with him like that, no pressure to entertain those around us, not locked away from the world in our room, but openly spending time together, laughing and flirting in a way we never had. Our foreplay had literally been cynicism and snide remarks.
Reaching under the table, Drew’s hand found my foot, pulling it farther into him instead of pushing it away. Casting a quick glance around the restaurant, he slid his other hand under to remove my shoe, discreetly leaning to the side to drop it to the floor as quietly as he could. There was a change in the look he was wearing and I knew him well enough to see that the only thing he had on his mind now was me.
Slouching farther down in his seat, Drew relaxed his shoulders and began to massage my bare foot, working his thumbs into the sensitive arches while he wore that signature smirk of his and waited.
“Did you say something?”
My body reacted immediately, the tightness in myabdomen fluttering up my spine until I was forced to keep my body in place and not arch from the chair with a quiet moan. There was something about being in a position with him where I couldn’t react on instinct, knowing I couldn’t just head to our room and hope to God he would follow.
My hands fell from the table and gripped the seat of the chair as I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to come up with something witty, while all I wanted to do was lock him in a room so we could fuck like animals.
Words weren’t an option. I knew if I said anything, it would come out in a moan. So I mouthed it to him. My lips forming the words in an exaggerated movement. “I want you.”
He was unable to hide his smug smile of victory. Tilting his head to the side, he continued to study me as he pressed and trailed his thumbs up and down the length of my foot. His grip only got tighter the more uncomfortable I got. “I think I may have dropped my gentleman gene somewhere next to your shoe.”
My laugh was breathless and shaky, mainly because my fingers were digging into the wood of the chair, and my ass was hovering an inch above it. My eyes closed of their own volition, forcing me to pry them open and stare into his.
“How about you take me for a ride on that bike of yours?” I asked, my voice so husky I barely recognized it. There was a part of me that was well aware that if this had beenanyoneelse in the world, I would be completely horrified by my own behavior. This wasn’t anyone though. It was Drew, my Drew, and I knew he understood that it came from a place of love, allowing me to let myself go. Not to mention the victory he wore like a badge of honor was my reward. I just hoped he wasn’t going to wind me up to the point where I dragged himsomewhere a little more conspicuous than I’d intended.
“But I just got comfy,” he said quietly.
I worked my foot loose from his hand and pressed it against his very obvious erection. “You sure about that?”
It was his turn to close his eyes this time, but his smile only got bigger as he pressed me harder to him and held me there. “Mmmhmm. More sure than ever.”
I watched him with rapt fascination, my foot working the length of him as my eyes inhaled every little flex of muscle and twitch of his jaw. I knew what I would be facing the moment he opened his eyes. I’d seen it so often that I twisted my ass to one cheek as my nails bit into the wood below me.
Then I pulled my foot away.
Drew’s eyes flew open quickly, but he held on to the amusement in his face.
“I was right about you all that time ago, Hanagan.”
I found my shoe with my toes and pulled it closer to me, slipping my foot inside as I bent forward, knowing full well the view he was getting down my sweater.
“I’m going to regret asking, but right about what?”
