Page 30 of Naz & Roz

He gave her a grin. “This food is better than sex, Roz.”

Her cheeks did that pink thing again. He wasn’t going to act like he didn’t like the sight of it because he did. He liked it even more that he was the cause. He wondered just how often he could get her to do that, and just how far that blush extended down her neck and chest when she was breathless, and so fucking close to coming.

Damn.

Wow.

His mind went there fast.

Naz’s grin deepened. “I mean, any sex I’ve ever had, anyway. I’ll let you know if that changes soon, huh?”

He didn’t miss the way her gaze darkened, or how her smile turned a little shy and yet still sly at the same time. He didn’t know how in the hell someone could manage that, but she did. Yeah, he was definitely going to make her do that more often.

“Well, I wouldn’t know,” Roz said, her tone coming out a little too nonchalant. “About sex, I mean.”

Naz glanced at her again, realizing what she was telling him without actually telling him. And shit, he hadn’t been expecting that at all. “Really?”

Roz shrugged. “Nope.”

A virgin.

That wasn’t Naz’s usual style, at all. And yet … he liked it. Maybe because it was her, and that meant no one had come before him. No one had ever touched this girl. She was fucking perfect in every sense of the word.

That drove him even more crazy.

Like he needed that.

Roz’s cheeks were pink again, but she acted like they weren’t at all when she said, “Are we going to eat, or …?”

“Yep. Care to let me pick for you?”

She eyed the long line for the truck once more. “I think by the time you get us food, my stomach will have eaten itself from waiting for so long.”

Naz chuckled, and pushed off the bike before turning to face her. “Oh, Roz, I don’t have to wait. Not for this truck, anyway. My buddy owns it. Got him out of a scrape once. We’re friends, you could say.”

“What does that mean? You could say?”

It meant a lot of things.

Mostly, his last name afforded him things.

That was another topic for another day. Today was not that day, as far as he was concerned.

“Can I pick for you, then?” he asked instead of answering.

Roz smiled. “Yeah, surprise me.”

“You got it, sweetheart.”

Naz darted forward, and dropped a quick kiss to Roz’s smiling lips just to see that pink hue color her cheeks again before he winked, and spun on his heels. Food it was …

His mind was on everything else but food when it came to Roz. But fucking food it was.

Naz damn near groaned at the sight of Roz taking the bite of waffle from his fingertips. Covered in powdered sugar, whipped cream, and drizzled with a mixture of chocolate, real maple syrup, and melted caramel, he thought the truck’s waffles were the best thing they sold.

Roz chewed the bite, and a soft moan escaped her lips. Between those little noises crawling out of her throat, the teasing grin on her mouth, and the fact she was still straddling his bike as he fed her … well, that right there was enough to test Naz’s very carefully maintained control.

Suddenly, he had no fucking control at all.