The rumble of a motorcycle engine takes me out of my thoughts as I see Dax driving down my gravel driveway.Damn, he looks good.
He parks his bike, taking off his helmet and running his fingers through his hair. He has a deep gray t-shirt on that shows off his sun kissed skin and tattoos.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey, yourself.” He kisses the side of my head and tugs on the hem of my skirt.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. Yeah, he definitely makes me want to hear that over and over again.
What the Hell is happening to me? I nearly melt against his touch as his hand glides up to my waist.
“Where are we going?” I ask as a rumble of thunder sounds off in the distance.
“I wanted to take my bike there, but it looks like it might rain. Can we take your car?”
I nod my head and look at him. Should I just invite him inside now and ride him like I’m at a rodeo?
“No, babe. I’m taking you out to dinner, then we can come back here for dessert.” He winks at me. It’s always the worst when a man knows he’s hot and the effect that he has on you.I’m so completely fucked.
“Yeah, we can take my Jeep.”
I enter the code and open the garage door. Dax follows me to the driver’s side of the car and opens the door for me. As I climb into the driver’s seat, I might bend slightly so he can get a little show of the cheeky lace undies I have underneath.
“Naughty little witch,” he says as he shuts my door and rounds the car, getting in the passenger’s seat.
“Where to?”
“Start driving toward North Grove.”
“We’re going out of town?”
“Yeah, unless that’s a problem,” he asks. Not seeming angry, but genuine, that if I didn’t want to leave town, he wouldn’t make me.
“No, it’s just been a while.” I reverse the Jeep down the driveway and press the button, shutting the garage door.
We’re quiet for a few moments as I drive toward the highway. Dax’s hand wanders over to my thigh and he draws lazy circles on my skin. It’s making me crazy.
“So, how old are you, anyway?”
He laughs, and it’s deep and gravelly. It has a central line to all my lady bits. “Older than I look, I suppose.”
“Hmm, cryptic. Not a vampire, definitely not an angel, maybe a mage?”
“Maybe,” he says, the pressure of his thumb increasing on my thigh.
“You’re really not going to tell me what you are?”
“Patience, pet.” He squeezes my thigh, and I can’t help the sound of pleasure that squeaks out of my lips. “Make a left up here,” Dax directs, and I turn on my blinker and turn onto the side road.
“Carly’s Crabs?” I ask.
“I probably should have made sure you liked seafood, but I assumed from your menu at Hex.”
I smile, the memories flooding me a little too quickly. “My Dad used to bring me here on my birthday.”
“He still around?”
“Somewhere, I only ever see him on my birthday.”
