‘I’m going to hold you to that.’
‘I have a bit of a thing for bikers, you know,’ I tease, giving him a long side-eye.
‘Oh?’he asks.
‘Yup.’
‘Interesting …’ he trails off.
‘Is it?’
‘It is.’
We exchange a heated look as he pulls into the driveway and slowly rolls into the garage.Damn, that is one sexy bike.It would look even sexier with Zayden on it.
I wasn’t lying.I really do have a thing for bikers.
Once inside, I kick off my shoes and place my bag down.Zayden enters the kitchen and pulls out a beer.
‘Want a drink?’he offers.‘We have a few different things in here.Cider?’
‘Cider would be great, thanks.’
Popping the lid off, he passes it to me.Our fingers brush and I glance down, feeling a strange tingling down my spine at his touch.There’s a fluttering sensation between my legs and I clamp my thighs together at the feel of it.
‘Up for a swim?’he asks, eyes slowly travelling down my body, as if he can read my exact thoughts.
I gawk at him.‘Right now?’
‘Yeah.’He grins in amusement at my expression, before taking a hearty gulp of his drink.
‘It’s storming.’
‘Exactly.The perfect time to go.’
‘I don’t know if I even grabbed my swimmers,’ I say, gaze shifting to my bag, as if I stare at it hard enough it’ll let me see the contents inside.I was in such a rush, I can’t recall what’s even in there.Maybe this is a good excuse to wear an oversized shirt.I hate myself in swimmers.
‘Maybe you don’t need them.’
Slowly, I look back at him.
He removes his cap, his biceps bulging to the point where his t-shirt is stretched thinly around them.My God, he is hot.Eyes locked on mine, he yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the ground.He towers over me, and with muscles like that, he makes me feel small, which is something I’ve not felt before.
‘Game?’He smirks.
Gulping, I eye his rock-hard abs.Fire licks at my skin.I’m not this kind of girl.The daring type.The type to go to parties with footy boys.The type to go skinny dipping with my best friend’s brother.The type who has thoughts … dirty thoughts … about what I would love this man to do to me.
‘Come on,’ he says softly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth in a way that turns my core to liquid at the sight of it.‘I don’t bite.’His lips twitch.‘Unless you ask.’
My body is onfire.
‘O-okay,’ I stammer.
And then Zayden proceeds to strip.
My eyes bulge out of my head as he steps out of every piece of clothing that he’s wearing – including his underwear.He finishes his drink and casually walks to the fridge and withdraws another beer and cider.Strolling past me without a care in the world, he disappears through the back door.I gape after him, heart thundering.
I scull the rest of my drink and follow him outside.Am I really about to do this?
