Her eyebrows pinch together. “And?”
“Baby, the way you just gave yourself over to me? No question.”
Her eyes grow wide and her face gets red, but she doesn’t deny it. Yeah, I totally do it for her. Blake can live.
I run my thumbs across the heat of her blush. “Do you work today?”
She blinks as if she’s just been released from a spell before her shy smile is directed at me. “I’m on call.”
“I’ll finish up the coffee. You check in with Guy and find out if he needs you in today. If not, I want you to go to training with me.”
“Training with you?” Her hands tense behind my neck. “I mean, won’t you get in trouble if you bring a friend?”
I tuck her loose hair behind her ear before cupping her jaw, my thumb skating along her lower lip. My eyes follow the path of my thumb, remembering what she tastes like. “Friend? Is that what you are?”
She tries to drop her chin. I hold her face to mine, locking her eyes.
“No, at least, I hope I’m more.”
“Yeah, baby, you’re definitely more. So, the answer to your question is no, I won’t get in trouble if I bring you to training. We can swing by your place, feed Dog the cat, you can change and grab some of your stuff for the next couple days.”
A slight tremor runs through her body. “Days?”
I ignore her question. After last night and this morning, with her sexy warm body pressed against mine and waking up to her giggles, her throaty moans, and my hand up her shirt, she isn’t going to be sleeping anywhere, but my bed in my arms from now on. Or as long as this lasts.
“Come to training with me. You’ll like it. You might even pick up on a few things.”
“Don’t think I need MMA skills in my everyday life at the garage.”
“True,” I say, twisting a piece of her soft hair around my finger. “But it wouldn’t hurt to know how to break someone’s arm.”
I laugh at her horrified expression.
“You can do that? Break someone’s arm?”
“Come to training and I’ll show you.”
A quick call to Guy confirms that she’s free for the day. She had a hard time explaining why she was over at my house at nine o’clock in the morning, but it seems he bought her excuse that she was here working on the Impala. Their close relationship puts me at ease. In the short time I’ve known Raven, I haven’t seen her talk on the phone to anyone outside of Eve and Guy. She’s mentioned that she and her mom aren’t close. I remind myself to ask her about that later.
Ready for the day, me showered and dressed, Raven properly caffeinated, we head to my garage. She walks to the truck and waits for me to hit the locks.
“Which one do you want to take?” I motion to all of the available forms of transportation.
Stunned, she looks up at me like a kid who just walked through the gates of Disneyland.
“I get to pick?”
“Sure, if you want to.”
“Heck yeah, I want to!”
She walks to the Harley without hesitation and hits me with the stupefying smile she did last night. So open, and trusting but also something beyond that. Believing.
I try to ignore the tightening in my chest. “The Harley it is. Grab a helmet.”
We climb on, and I try hard not to smile like a complete jackass as she wraps her arms around my waist. The weight of her head touches my back, and I could swear she was hugging me.
There’s not a guy out there that wouldn’t list having his girl on the back of his bike as one of the best feelings in the world. Her knees are at my hips and the heat of her body at my ass. Yeah, I’m smiling like a jackass all right. At least she’s behind me so she can’t see it.
Ten
Raven
Fan-freaking-tastic. That’s the only way to describe riding on the back of a Harley Blackline with my super-hot, badass boyfriend. The words tumble around in my head, making my stomach flutter, or maybe it’s the adrenaline from the ride. My guess is a combination of both.
The sun is shining, and there’s a comfortable breeze from the speed of the bike. Jonah’s massive body commands the incredible piece of machinery as we twist and turn through the Las Vegas streets. I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to drive it myself. I make a mental note to ask Jonah if he would teach me.