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He scratched at the stubble he must have forgotten to shave that morning. “Brooke and Curly went home like ten minutes ago, and Jinx left to pick Harper up for a beach date. Jo is helping Tracker at the tattoo shop this evening since his receptionist is sick, so I don’t think they’re coming.” He laughed. “Fuckin’ Liv.”
“Yeah.” Christ, they’d been easy to trick.
“Spec’s got his hands full with that devious one.”
“Seems like it.”
Now what…
It’d be nice if her brain worked and she could say something besides inane small talk.
They stared at each other across the blanket as the fire flickered, casting a romantic light on the entire area. Nerves and lust battled inside her. Stupidly, she’d hoped the early morning’s activities would satisfy her desire for him, but it only intensified it. Now, when she saw him, she didn’t have to imagine how incredible it would feel to be touched by him. She knew firsthand, and she wanted more.
“Wanna sit?” It looked like she had no choice but to face the music.
After a beat, he nodded once. “Sure.”
Those muscular legs carried him the rest of the way to the blanket. He sat, taking up most of the unused space. Wearing jeans, heavy boots, and his cut, he couldn’t have looked more out of place on the frilly blanket if he tried, yet something about the contrast of the dreamy setting and tough biker made her want to swoon.
“What the fuck is with all these pillows?” he asked as he yanked one from under half his ass.
Brenna laughed. Thank God for tension-breaking humor. “Ambience, I think.”
He snorted, and silence fell again. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was intense. He had this way of looking at her that made her feel as if he could see her thoughts, and that terrified her. Her brain was so chaotic these days that it would freak anyone out.
Clearing her throat, she stared at her fingers, playing with the fringe on the edge of a pillow. Time to put on her big girl panties and address the elephant in the room or on the blanket. “So, I owe you an apology.” If only she’d had more time to drink her wine. Liquid courage. Instead, she forced her gaze off the fire and onto him.
“An apology?” He stared right at her, not seeming to have the same problem with nerves.
God, this was painful. “Yeah, for running out this morning. Uh, after…”
He tilted his head.
“I was just, um… overwhelmed.”
“Did I hurt you?” Those delicious chocolate eyes filled with concern.
She blinked. “What? No. God no. Not at all.”
A weight seemed to lift off his shoulders as he visibly relaxed.
“Were you seriously worried about that?” Had she been so self-absorbed she didn’t even consider his feelings? Now she felt guilty, which was so much worse than the embarrassment.
He nodded and reached for a cracker. “I figured I crossed a line somewhere. Been stressing about it all day.”
“Oh, no.” She placed her hand on his without thinking. Electricity sizzled between their skin. “I am so sorry. I promise you I liked everything we did.” Her stomach fluttered at the memories. “That was the problem. I liked it too much, so I kinda panicked.”
“You sure?” He kept the intense stare as though trying to dissect her brain.
Brenna huffed and rolled her eyes. She might as well lay it all out there. She could die of humiliation later. “Okay, look, you gave me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I got a little overwhelmed and ran away like a chicken.”
A slow, self-satisfied smile curled his lips. “Seriously?” He drew out the word.
“Oh God. Don’t get a big head about it.” He deserved to feel smug, though. It really had been a world-class orgasm.
He laughed. “Can I tell you something?”
“Sure.”
