All You Can Handle (Moments In Maplesville Book 5) by Farrah Rochon Page B

indecision in her eyes before she said, “Okay. I’ll go for a ride on your bike.”
    Yes! He knew he’d get her to cave sooner or later.
    “Just give me a minute to clean up.”
    She eyed him up and down. “I don’t know. I kinda like you dirty.”
    Ian sucked in a swift breath and released it with a moan. “I had no idea you were so damn wicked.”
    She bit her lip between her teeth, but couldn’t hold in her laugh.
    He took the quickest shower of his life, and threw on a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt he’d grabbed from the laundry still waiting to be folded and put away. He was back in the garage in less than ten minutes.
    Sonny was sitting atop his worktable, her sexy legs crossed at the ankle.
    “You ready?” Ian asked.
    She scooted off the table. “Which bike?”
    He pointed to the black and gold Honda. He’d been working on it for weeks now. This would be the perfect opportunity to test it out.
    “So, where do you want to go?” he asked her.
    “You’re the one giving me the tour,” she said, “Take me wherever you think I’d have the most fun.”
    Ian’s voice took on a husky note. “If that’s the case we don’t have to get on the bike at all.”
    “Fully clothed,” she said.
    He snorted as he unhooked a helmet from a peg on the garage’s wall and held it out to her. “I thought out of the two of us you were supposed to be the carefree risk-taker?”
    “Nice try.” She turned the helmet around in her hands. “It’ll be a miracle if I can get all my hair inside that thing,” Sonny said.
    Ian raised the garage door and walked the Honda out, then lowered the door behind them. He climbed on the machine, which if he were being honest, could use a washing before going out about town, and kicked the kickstand back.
    He tipped his head. “Climb on,” he said to Sonny.
    “Just a minute,” she said. She’d put her sunglasses back on, so she tipped her head down slightly. “I just have to look at you for a minute on that thing.” She released a slow breath. “Nice.”
    He took the opportunity to study her as well. She’d managed to fit her ‘fro inside the helmet, despite her previous doubts. While he was showering she’d changed into heeled boots that came just up to her calves. The sight of that sleek leather hugging her legs had him adjusting his position on the bike.
    When she climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, it only added to the situation behind his fly. He’d had more hard-ons in the two weeks since Sonny had been here than in the past three months combined.
    “So, where’re you taking me?” she asked.
    Ian started up the bike and revved the engine. “You’ll find out when we get there.”
    He pulled out of the driveway and headed for downtown. Ian gave her the back lot tour of Maplesville, traveling to the older part of town that hadn’t been as affected by all the new growth taking place along the main highway. They swung by Hannah’s Ice Cream Shoppe—the old-fashioned ice cream parlor was a must-see—and shared a banana split that was big enough to feed four. Watching Sonny slip spoonful after spoonful of rich ice cream in her mouth aroused him way more than it should have. Of course, just watching her breathe aroused him.
    Once they were done with their ice cream they continued toward the center of town.
    He hadn’t planned on it, but in just a few minutes Ian found himself parking the bike on the brick sidewalk in front of the old Miller Pharmacy.
    “I had no idea this area of town was even here,” Sonny said as she climbed down from the bike and pulled the helmet from her head. With just a few fluffs, her Afro was back to looking as wild and sexy as ever, suffering no ill effects from being smashed underneath the helmet.
    She gestured to the quaint shops and storefronts. “This looks like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting.”
    “This used to be the most vibrant area in all of Maplesville, until the mall and all of those