“Of course.” When she doesn’t reply, I gesture toward the boxes on the coffee table. “That’s for you.”
It’s a large box.
“I don’t need gifts, Blue. I certainly don’t need you spending all your money on me. You’ve got to save up for that move you’re planning to make.”
I catch the edge in her voice. “Can we forget about that for the moment? Just open the box, Luisa.”
She huffs and sits on the couch, yanking the lid off. At the sight of the contents, her eyes lift to mine with a frown, so I clarify for her.
“I guessed the sizes.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You said you wanted a ride on my motorcycle. A girl’s gotta have a pair of good biker boots, and you can’t ride in that.” I lift my chin to the sundress she wears. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in jeans before. Maybe this is her first pair.
Her head tilts to the side. “You want to take me for a ride on your motorcycle?”
“Isn’t that what I just said?” I nod toward the bedroom. “Go try them on. We’re burnin’ daylight.”
“Blue—”
“Just try the damn things on for me, will you?”
She gets up with a huff and marches to the bedroom, slamming the door.
I drag a hand through my hair and blow out a breath, cursing myself for fucking this up before I even get her out on the bike.
When she finally emerges, I’m pacing, but one look at her stops me in my tracks. She looks badass, and the jeans fit like a glove, showing off her perfect ass.
“Goddamn,” I murmur.
She spins. “How do I look?”
“Like I want to take you in the bedroom and strip you naked and fuck your brains out.”
“Well, that’s not happening.”
“Right. Come on.” I hold out my hand, and she slips hers in mine. I lead her outside to my bike and pass the helmet I got her. “This is for you.”
“You got me a helmet?”
“Gotta have one, babe.”
“For one ride?”
“Hopefully not just one ride.” I strap it on her.
“I thought you said you don’t put just any girl on the back of your bike.”
“Do you want to go or not?”
“Yes.”
I throw my leg over the seat and lift the bike off its kickstand. “Then climb on and wrap those arms around me already.”
She does, and it feels right the moment she presses against my back.
I fire up the bike and roar down the street.
