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“I’m sorry for interrupting, but you’re Lane Turner, right?”
“Who’s asking?” Lane says with an edge to his tone.
The man holds out his hand to Lane. Lane looks at his outstretched hand like it’s a snake slithering around him and he wants to chop its head off.
“My name is Patrick, and I work with NASCAR.” Patrick angles his head slightly in my direction. “Who might this lovely lady be?”
Lane looks up, his nostrils flare. “I’m trying to have dinner with my girl, and you are rudely interrupting my time with her. I
would appreciate you keeping your eyes planted elsewhere, and if you so much as look her way again, I will beat you within an inch of your life, and when I’m done with you, I’ll run over your corpse with my car to make a point.”
Patrick drops his hand. “I-I’m very sorry to have disrespected you or her in any way,” Patrick stammers. “Please accept my apology.”
“Fuck off,” Lane snaps.
Patrick quickly steps away, but he never glances in my direction again, heeding Lane’s warning.
I lower my gaze. My palms sweat. I have never thought Lane would be capable of violence, but the way he threatened Patrick was laced with promise.
Aura?” I look up, and his eyes soften. “I’m sorry to have frightened you. I would die before I would hurt you, but Iwill never allow anyone to disrespect you or make you feel uncomfortable.” He grins. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay,” I say with a smile.
Waiting for the valet driver to bring Lane’s car outside the restaurant, Lane places a soft kiss on my temple. “How about a burger?”
My stomach growls at the prospect. “That would be perfect,” I answer with a grin.
23
AURA
We make it back home, and there is a charge in the air. Like a short-circuit and sparks are flying when he stops in front of my bedroom door.
He slides a piece of hair behind my ear, and my insides flutter when he leans close and slowly captures my lips. I wrap my hands around his neck. He groans when I deepen the kiss. Our mouths read each other like poetry, one line at a time.
He pulls back, out of breath. My hands glide up his chest, feeling the ripples of his hard lean muscles under my fingers, I stop over his heart, and it beats wildly.
He angles his head and takes in a sharp breath when my hands slide down to the waistband of his jeans.
I hesitate. My eyes lift, and I whisper, “Take me to your room, Lane.”
He places his hand over mine. “You don’t have to, Aura. If you’re not ready…”
My fingers interlace with his rough ones. “I want you, Lane.”
“I know, but ”–– he adjusts the thin strap of my dress over my shoulder––“are you sure you want it to be me?”
There is something beautiful about the way the heart beats with the flutters in your stomach the moment you fall in lovewith someone new. The way mine is right now. I try not to compare his touch to Kalum…the way he kisses me. The way his eyes hold me. I try not to, but I do. Then I think of Kalum doing the same thing to someone else. The way he did with Sarah. How simple it was for him to forget me when she was around. How much more he gave her when he had me.
Then my thoughts go back to this moment with Lane. How different it feels after he kisses me. The tingles on my skin after he touches me in the places Kalum never did. And I want more.
I want Lane.
“I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else but you.”
The pad of his thumb rubs over my bottom lip. He takes my hand and tugs me into his bedroom. He pushes the door open. The light from the hallway filters into the room. My eyes fall on the king-sized bed with white sheets in the center of the room. He walks to the gray nightstand, reaches under the lamp, and flicks the switch. The room is basked in a golden light, like the sun when it rises.
He turns around and studies me for a few seconds. He steps close, my eyes level with his chest. He slowly removes his sweater, and I watch the ripples of his muscles contract over smooth skin to the deepVdisappearing in the waistband of his jeans. His body his ripped, built like the engines he builds.
