I turn, and the intense desire in his eyes stops me in my tracks. He growls softly, “It sucks being honorable.”
I smile. “Yes, it does.”
This time he lets me leave, and as I head toward the cabin, I relish the small smile on my face.
There is something between us for sure, and I wasn’t kidding around back there. I have the rest of my life to make him fall in love with me because I may not know who I am, or where I came from, but my feelings for him are undeniable.
CHAPTER 14
BLADE
That was the worst fucking night of my life.
Delilah asked if I could sleep beside her, and I must have been awake all night resisting the temptation to fuck honor and do her instead.
Her soft whimpers in her sleep, her skin against mine, and the way she stretched in her sleep ensured I had a fucking boner for the entire night.
A cold shower was the first place I went, and after I fixed breakfast, we cleaned up the cabin and are now speeding fast on my bike toward the compound.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s torture with her arms wrapped tight around my body as she clings on behind me. I’m not used to passengers. I prefer to ride alone, and yet somehow, I could get used to this.
After a couple of hours, I pull into a service station to refuel both the bike and Delilah.
There’s a diner attached, and after I fill the tank, we park outside and head inside, my stomach grateful for the reprieve.
“Table for two, please.”
Delilah smiles at the server who apparently can’t drag her attention from me. She’s a petite brunette with huge soulful eyes, and it appears she has never seen anything like me before.
Her blushes are adorable, but for some reason, they leave me cold.She’s not Delilah.
We settle into a booth, and as we check out the menu, I catch a glimpse of my passenger, and my heart almost bursts through my ribcage. Her hair, which started off tied into a sleek ponytail, has messed up courtesy of the helmet. Tendrils are escaping, framing her cute face, and her eyes sparkle as she reads the choices, her mouth silently forming the words, pleasure dusting her smile as she comes across something she likes.
Her once pale skin now has a healthier glow, courtesy of the mountain air and the ride over. In this moment, I have never wanted a woman as much as I want the wrongly named Delilah Grimes.
Her gaze lifts, and she smiles when she realizes I’m focused on her. She nods toward the menu I haven’t even checked out.
“What are you having?”
“Usual, I guess.” I shrug. “Eggs over easy, bacon, sausage links and hash browns. A side of toast and pancakes and more coffee than I can stand.”
“That sounds great. I’ll have the same.”
She hesitates and a flicker of doubt passes across her face.
“What?”
“I’m, um, well, maybe I should just grab a coffee.”
Realization dawns as she appears uncomfortable and reaching out, I grasp her hand, tugging her across the table until her lips are inches from mine, and I whisper, “If you’re worried about the check, I’ve got it. Money comes easily to a Reaper, and we all carry a black credit card with no limit. You pay your way by helping out at the compound. That’s it.”
“Helping, how?”
She bites her lip, anxiety taking hold, and I stroke her face and smile reassuringly. “Bartending, cleaning, cooking, helping out with the kids, that kind of thing.”
“Kids?”
She appears shocked at that.
