AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“What do you think? Of what I showed you tonight?”
“I think my head is crammed full and I’m tired of thinking. Can we just brush our teeth and go to bed?”
“Yeah, Duchess. We can do that. But before we do that, I have to tell you something.”
I groaned. “Not another bomb, please.”
“No bomb,” he promised. “I just thought you should know my name. My real name. It’s Royce. Royce Garrett Dalton.”
“Royce,” I whispered, and shook my head with a tiny laugh. “Of course that’s your name.”
It was unique.
He was unique.
As we stood next to each other, brushing our teeth in the small bathroom down the hall, I realized that sex and intimacy weren’t the same.
It was intimacy I was truly afraid of.
Chapter 22
Minty fresh and entirely uncertain, I followed Bones back to his room.
He first removed his leather cut and hung it on the hook by the door. His pistol was next and he set it on the nightstand. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and took off his heavy motorcycle boots.
Nerves skated through me as I watched him undress. He wore a pair of army green boxer briefs and his legs looked like massive tree trunks. His skin was decked out in tattoos.
He was a gorgeous vision.
“You’re next, Duchess,” he drawled. “I can’t get into bed until you do. I sleep on the outside.”
“Afraid I’ll sneak out in the morning before you wake up?” I joked.
“And go where?” He smiled.
“Maybe I’ll swipe the keys to your motorcycle and drive myself home.”
We both knew I was full of bravado.
“I sleep on the outside because if I have to get up, I won’t wake you. So, you sleep here.”
He patted the spot next to the wall.
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and bent over to unzip my boots. I used the dresser to help me balance. Next came my green sweater.
I wore a flimsy white camisole that did nothing to hide my jutting nipples.
My shaking fingers went for the button of my jeans. I slid them down my legs and took them off. I folded them and put them on top of my sweater.
I looked at Bones.
He was staring at me with darkening eyes. His jaw was clenched.
It didn’t take a genius to know what he was thinking about.
“Come here, Duchess,” he growled.
I padded barefoot toward him.
