“Good crazy, right?”I check.
“The very best kind.”
“Then let’s get out of here.The night’s not over yet, beautiful.”
“Oh!The sweets!”she gasps and bobs down to collect the paper tray I’d dropped so recklessly, earlier.She stands back up and lifts it open, peeling away the paper that’s now covered in a messy array of creams, jams, and sugary goodness.“They’re all smooshed,” she sulks.
With a devious grin, I drag my finger through the sticky mess, then press it to her lips.Her eyes widen in that deliciously sexy way and she opens her mouth.Wrapping her lips around my finger, she slowly sucks the creamy desserts away, maintaining unbroken eye contact the whole time.“Fuck, you’re hot,” I growl, catching her lips with mine when she’s done.I moan into her mouth.I can taste the fresh cream, espresso, and mascarpone blending on her tongue.
Breaking the sinfully tasty kiss, I rest my forehead to hers and fight to regain my focus, to overcome the desire to just fuck her, flesh-to-flesh, right here and now.“All right, quick.We better get out of here before the pigs get called on us.”I wink at the woman who has turned my world upside down in a single day and drag her along after me.Together we run back up the pier toward the street and my waiting hog, our laughter and breathless shenanigans filling the night.
Chapter Fifteen
Sunny
“Holy crap!You ownyour own beachfront apartment?”I ask when we pull up into a private parking space outsideTriton Apartments.Dismounting, I stow away my helmet and look around.“What floor?”
Bones stows her helmet too and shakes her head in amusement.“What do you think, sunshine?”she asks, one perfect eyebrow arched in query.
I look up and grin.“No freaking way!You arenotin the penthouse?”I gasp.
Bones runs a graceful, inked hand through her long, almost-black locks, trying to reduce the annoying appearance of the ‘helmet hair’ that plagues all riders with long or styled hair.“I told you I’ve busted ass to be where I am,” she reminds me.
“Hopefully not literally,” I tease.Bones smirks and her dark gaze has me teasing my lower lip between my teeth again.
“Jealous?”she asks, making a show of strutting around her bike with raw, gothic queen energy.
Am I that transparent?I wonder, my mouth watering at the mere sight of her.The way she wields her fit body and badass Latina attitude like a weapon is incredibly sexy.“Would you believe me if I said no?”I ask, deferring to my awkward, left-of-field sense of humor.
Bones just rolls her eyes.“Not a chance,” she says, offering me her hand.“So, do you want to see your new home or hang out here?”
Home.That word will always hit hard.A place where you can feel safe, understood, and heard.I nod with a smile as bubbles of excitement fizz through me, leaving me feeling like a shaken-up soda.“Definitely,” I say and accept her hand.
Bones swipes her keycard and we exit the locked carport to head through a side entrance—obviously only used by long-term tenants—that leads into a bright and modern foyer.Potted palms dot the clean and minimalistic space and a crystal chandelier that catches the ambient light hangs from the ceiling, casting slivers of rainbow across the upper ceiling.A receptionist sits at a semi-circle marble desk that matches the room’s décor and to our left and right are shiny, stainless-steel-doored elevators.
“Good evening, Miss D’Angelo,” she says, greeting us with a professional smile.
