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“What about you?” Her question came out so quietly that I almost couldn’t hear it.
“I haven’t always wanted a family,” I admitted honestly. “I haven’t even been interested in a woman for a very long time.” Looking her straight in the eyes, I finished, "But the right person can change all that.”
Layla blinked up at me, her emotions playing across her face, confusion, hope, doubt… There still seemed to be a part of her that didn’t believe I could be serious about her. I mentally shrugged. She’d know for sure soon enough.
After we’d eaten every bite, I paid the check—throwing Layla a dark scowl when she insisted that we split the bill—then held her hand as we exited the restaurant.
“I’ll follow you home,” I told her as we walked up to her car.
“Oh, that’s not—”
I dropped my head to capture her lips in another deep but quick kiss, then growled, “I’m following you home, Layla. I’m going to make sure you are safe and sound so I can get a little sleep rather than stay up worrying all night.”
“Oh,” she breathed. “Okay…I wouldn’t want you to lose sleep over me.”
Too late.
I’d spent a lot of the last week plagued by dreams of her, and while I would rest a little easier knowing she was safe at home and I was in a nearby hotel, I had a feeling that I’d been tossing and turning from the blue balls that were already paining me.
It turned out that I was right. By the time morning arrived, I knew slow was no longer an option.
6
LAYLA
After my date with Roman, the last thing I wanted to do this morning was clean out my classroom. But it had to be done before the end of the day, so I’d dragged myself out of bed and headed over to the school bright and early. What I’d really wanted to do was stay cuddled under my blanket, dreaming about how the night would’ve gone if Roman had come inside with me instead of just dropping me off at my doorstep. I’d been a little cranky as I got to work…until my sexy biker showed up.
My eyes widened when there was a brief knock on my door before Roman strode into my classroom. Then my gaze dropped to the box of donuts he carried, and I licked my lips. “You brought breakfast?”
“And caffeine.” He lifted his other hand to show me a drink carrier with two to-go cups from my favorite coffee place.
I beamed a smile at him as he strode toward me. “You know how you mentioned that you wanted to impress me with our first date last night?”
“Yeah, but you ruined that plan 'cause you wanted pizza,” he teased, winking at me to soften the words. “So I figured I’d up my game by bringing you coffee and donuts.”
“Well, you didn’t have to make up for it because last night was awesome, but this is so sweet of you.”
Setting the donuts down on the desk, he handed me one of the to-go cups. “Not sure anyone has ever called me sweet before.”
“Oops.” I felt a blush fill my cheeks as I stared up at him. “I guess that’s not a term used for bikers very often?”
“Nah, but I like the sound of it on your perfect lips.”
The heat in my cheeks intensified, but from passion instead of embarrassment. The compliments he gave me were such a turn-on. “Good, because it’s the perfect word to describe your thoughtfulness.”
“How about I add to it by giving you a hand with all the shit you gotta do around here?” he suggested with a grin.
I blinked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you have time to help?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely, gorgeous.” He flipped open the box of donuts and pushed them closer to me so that I had the first pick. “But I have purely selfish motives.”
“You do?” I mumbled around my donut.
“Yup,” he confirmed. “The sooner you’re done, the sooner we can head out. And this time, I’m gonna do a fuck of a lot better than pizza for dinner.”
I loved that he wanted to help me so we could go out on a second date. “Sounds like a great plan to me.”
After eating donuts—two for me and six for him—we packed up my classroom in a little over an hour, much faster than any of the other teachers. Then Roman carried all the boxes coming home with me to my car. Once they were loaded into the trunk, he murmured, “Gonna follow you back to your place so we can head out from there.”
“Works for me,” I agreed, looking forward to whatever he had planned for the rest of the day. And hoping that I wasn’t assuming too much since he’d mentioned dinner even though it was early in the day.
