And I did.
Against all logic.
How could I trust him? A Night Skull? Roar’s offspring? The new leader of the goddamn gang who killed my sister?
How could I love him this much?
It’d been months since we decided to put the past behind us and become together. Still, I was shocked those feelings were getting through, past all the fear and uncertainty. Past all the despair and the darkness we’d been through.
It was freeing, yet it scared me to the very depths of my soul. My arms tightened around him more as the bike sliced through the wind.
He parked the bike next to a steep flight of stairs that led down to the beach below. We left our helmets on the bike, and he grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers in mine, as we climbed down.
My boots sank into the sand with each step towards the water. Pink and purple streaks lay over a deep, indigo background. The ocean waves crashed onto the beach, sliding along the slick, undulated sand, and then slinking back into the water.
Dangerously strong. Unstoppable.
Like the way we felt for each other.
I turned around and melted into his arms, burying my face in his chest. His huge biceps encircled me, and I felt tiny in his embrace. Safe.
“You’re not okay,” he said. “What’s going on?”
I breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent—the fucking leather—mixed with the saltiness of the ocean air. My body reacted in ways completely in contrast with my brain. “I just miss you.”
He broke our hug and sat down on the sand, pulling me down to his lap. I straddled him, and his arms folded around my back.
“I missed you, too, sweetheart. But this isn’t what’s troubling you.” He traced the sunken lines under my eyes. “You’ve been having those nightmares again?”
My lips pursed as I nodded. “The only time I don’t get them is when I’m sleeping in your arms.”
“You know there’s nothing I’d want more than to sleep and wake up with you next to me.”
Me, too. But the direction he was steering the conversation wasn’t something I liked to deal with at the moment. “How long are you staying?”
“Enough to celebrate Valentine’s Day and the weekend after.”
I grinned. Not only did he remember and celebrate V-Day, he was going to stay with me for whole five days.
He gazed at me. “I can stay longer if you’d like.”
“Sure. Stay as long as you can.”
“You know what I mean.”
What he implied was loud and clear, but I really didn’t want to go there.
“It’s not impossible, Cammie,” he pressed.
“We’ve had this conversation a million times already.”
“So what’s one more time?”
Persistent son of a bitch. Why the hell wouldn’t I get up and ask him to do something else other than talking? Why did my hands refuse to stop feeling him up? Why was I glued to his lap, adjusting myself to feel more of the erection swelling in his jeans by the second?
He took my hand and kissed it. “Talk to me, sweetheart. You still have concerns about the club?”
I blinked, nudging myself out of the spell he put me under. “That’s an interesting word. The Night Skulls is a club now?”
