Riding the Sporty was a dream. She had to admit that she enjoyed it more than driving the Shelby. In a car the world passed by like it was on a screen. On a bike, you were part of the world around you. Part of the night, part of the city, and part of the man next to you as you rode down the boulevard. The dual thunder from their pipes was heaven, and the purring vibration of her engine—magical.
She was inches from kissing him goodnight. The urge to do so was near compulsion. If she had kissed him, she would probably be waking up in his bed right now instead of the guest room.
Chelsea floated into the kitchen and put together a pot of coffee, and then looked in the fridge for something she could make for breakfast. She wasn't much of a cook, but she could do scrambled eggs and sausage. She found both, smiled, and took out the ingredients. After finding a skillet, she set to preparing the morning meal, humming a song they danced to last night.
Yesterday Larry had Tomas served with the law suit papers. That probably sent Tomas through the roof, and the thought was a thrill to her heart. Larry told her that he would have her car out of the impound yard and delivered to Duffy's garage on Monday. She had a whisper of a doubt that he would be able to deliver when he told her that, but this morning—well, anything seemed possible. The world seemed possible. Hell, even sex with the good-looking man sleeping in his room at the moment seemed possible.
It had been over a year since she had sex with someone that she wanted to have sex with. During that year she was property, little more than a sex doll available for use, with no will to say no. It was as damaging to her as it was humiliating. But this morning, she felt nearly whole again.
"It's the naked sunbathing, that's what it is," she said with a smile as she cracked eggs and set to whipping them.
"I thought you bought a suit," Elias said behind her as he walked into the kitchen.
She smirked. "I did, but I like being naked back there. It feels good. You were right."
"I have my moments," he agreed. "Thanks for making the coffee."
"Scrambled eggs and sausage will be ready in a few. How are you feeling?"
"Good. Probably not as chipper as you, but good all the same. Glad you enjoyed yourself last night. Seemed like you haven't had a good night out in some time."
"That's an understatement," she agreed with a laugh. She looked over her shoulder and found his eyes on her ass. She gave her ass a little wiggle and saw his eyes go wide and then jump up to hers. "Caught you," she told him.
"Dead to rights," he laughed. "Sorry, but that robe does things for me."
"Well, good. Because you do things for me."
"Do I?"
"Yes."
"Hmm," he said, sitting down with his coffee.
"I know,” she told him with a sigh, “I've made the boundaries. So, it falls to me to break them."
"What does that mean?" he asked warily.
"It means that last night I could have kissed you, and meant every bit of it, and loved every morsel. It's true that I wasn't interested in anything with anyone. But, well, I like you. And I haven't liked anyone for a long time. A very long time. It isn't just the room, or the protection or your chivalry. It is you. I like you."
"Which probably means we are awful for each other, because I like you too. Very much in fact."
"You are probably right, but… no, let's just leave it at that for now, alright? I'm not in the mood for anything heavy right now."
"Sounds like a very good idea," he agreed. "The club is going for a ride today, starting at eleven. Want to go with us?"
"Oh fuck yes!" she said, and did a little dance. "Where are we going?"
"Does it matter?"
"Hell no, just curious," she replied.
"We're going to run down to Galveston, sit on the water, tell lies, drink beer, and look at women in bikinis."
"I'll be sure to bring mine, then, so you can look at me." She smiled.
"What I'm seeing right now is enough to wake the dead. Seeing you in a bikini might be too much for that chivalry you were just talking about," he mused.
"Good," she laughed.
"You really are in a good mood, aren't you?"
"I am in a fantastic mood," she said with a nod and a grin. Then she felt him behind her, and then felt his hands on her waist.
"How good?" he asked.
"Getting better all the time," she said, and leaned back into his chest.
His lips on her neck sent wondrous shivers down her spine, and into her thighs. "Oh, fuck that felt good. Do that again."
He did.
She turned around, and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, please?"
"Love to," he told her.
The kiss was everything a kiss should be between a man and a woman.
"I'm not quite ready for sex—is that alright? I don't want to be a tease,” she told him after their lips parted.
"You aren't, and yes, it's just fine with me. I'm not quite there myself. But you are glowing, and wearing this robe, and all naked and warm under it, so I had to do something."
"I'm so glad you did," she sighed. She leaned into his chest, kissing his pecks through is t-shirt, and then lifted up to kiss his lips. "So very glad you did."
"Breakfast might burn if you don't turn back around."
"Let it. I'll buy you something at the Log Cabin before the run," she murmured.
He smiled but reached around her and turned the heat down. "Now we have time for at least one more before that is required."
"You think of everything," she said, and kissed him again. This time he took her into his arms and embraced her, exploring her tongue and mouth with his. She whimpered at the heat rising inside of her, radiating out across her thighs, up her abs, and flushing across her breasts with scarlet.
"I am so going to wear that bikini under my leathers and jeans," she said with a smirk.
"I'm so going to make a fool of myself staring at you," he returned with a smirk of his own.
"Will you swim naked with me when we get back?" she asked.
"I'll go into the hot tub with you—how's that?"
"Perfect," she sighed, and turned around to finish breakfast, deciding that she really did want to make breakfast for him like they were as domestic as she was feeling right now. She rubbed her butt into his thighs. "Shoo, I want to do this," she told him.
"Yes ma'am," he said, but lingered just long enough to run his hand down her ass and give her a squeeze. Then he was heading back to the table.
God, what he does to me? she thought, smiling like an idiot.