"Hi," she said almost shyly when she saw him.
His only response was to rake his beautiful green eyes up and down her body slowly, pausing at every curve. She still couldn't believe he wanted her to himself. What a beautiful thing to be wanted like that, especially by him.
He smiled and pulled her in for a controlled, passionate kiss. She gave herself over to his desire however he wanted her. After all, she had already promised to be his alone…her best decision ever. Based on the stuttering of her heart, no other decision could have been made, anyway. She was his without question, and her body knew it.
He obviously sensed her consent, because his kiss increased in depth and intensity. He pulled her in tighter and held her strongly while his tongue pushed itself against hers possessively. Finally, he found his self-control and eased away from her. His eyes remained closed for a second after the kiss, equally lost in the moment.
Jenna was left breathless and wide-eyed. Luke's face relaxed into an amused smile. "Sorry," he said. "You get me kind of carried away."
Jenna smiled. "It's ok. Do you want to come in?"
Luke's smile was even more amused. "Not if you want to actually make it out tonight. One more step and I'll never leave."
Jenna giggled a shy, nervous sound and then grabbed her purse. "Ok, so where are we going?"
"Well, your shoes are completely wrong."
"Huh?"
"I can't let you ride in those. Go put something on that covers your toes."
"Oh, ok," she replied, leaving him at the door and finding something more appropriate from her closet. Her canvas flats were in the laundry, and all she could find on short notice was an embarrassing, old pair of tennis shoes. Ugh . "Will these work?"
"For now," he responded with a smile that indicated he was in on some secret. "Come on, let's go."
He took her hand and led her down the stairs. "But you never told me where we're going," she protested with a smile.
"You need some biker boots, Jen," he grinned. "I'm going to turn you into a Harley-mama."
Jenna laughed at the mental picture of herself all decked out in leather and tattoos. "A Harley-mama?"
"Well, maybe just the boots. Afterward I'll take you to a favorite spot of mine if you don't mind riding for an hour."
"Sounds great," Jenna said with a genuine smile as they descended the stairs from her apartment. "But you don't have to buy me anything. Let's just ride."
"Two things you have to know, Jen. I'll buy you what I want to, and I'll keep you safe. Boots work for both," he said as he mounted the bike and steadied it for her while he helped her settle behind him. His eyes glanced at her bare arms. "I might get you a riding jacket while we're out."
"Ok," she responded with a shy smile. She tucked her hair into her cherry-red helmet and wrapped herself up tight around Luke's solid frame. He kicked the engine to life and rolled them forward toward Luke's favorite Harley Davidson shop, which was apparently a few blocks down from a shoe-warehouse store.
Only about fifteen minutes passed before Luke was pulling Jenna down a row of shoes resting on stacks of boxes. This place was no-frills, but had plenty of boots to choose from.
"Here, Jenna, look at these."
Jenna couldn't believe she was shoe-shopping with a tattooed badass. The mere thought was hysterical. She took a pair of heavy black leather multi-buckled boots from Luke's hand.
"These aren't my size. I wear a seven." She smiled at his embarrassed expression.
"Right. Sorry. This isn't usually my thing. Uh, here are sevens," he grinned with a shrug.
Jenna took the boots and sat down on the floor to pull them over her feet and up to her knees. The style was strong but somehow still feminine, and fit perfectly. She tucked her jeans down in them and stood up. Luke smiled gratuitously.
"Hot," he said. "They're yours. Leave them on."
She picked up the box and saw the $122 price tag and about choked. "I can't let you buy me these! They're way
His only response was to rake his beautiful green eyes up and down her body slowly, pausing at every curve. She still couldn't believe he wanted her to himself. What a beautiful thing to be wanted like that, especially by him.
He smiled and pulled her in for a controlled, passionate kiss. She gave herself over to his desire however he wanted her. After all, she had already promised to be his alone…her best decision ever. Based on the stuttering of her heart, no other decision could have been made, anyway. She was his without question, and her body knew it.
He obviously sensed her consent, because his kiss increased in depth and intensity. He pulled her in tighter and held her strongly while his tongue pushed itself against hers possessively. Finally, he found his self-control and eased away from her. His eyes remained closed for a second after the kiss, equally lost in the moment.
Jenna was left breathless and wide-eyed. Luke's face relaxed into an amused smile. "Sorry," he said. "You get me kind of carried away."
Jenna smiled. "It's ok. Do you want to come in?"
Luke's smile was even more amused. "Not if you want to actually make it out tonight. One more step and I'll never leave."
Jenna giggled a shy, nervous sound and then grabbed her purse. "Ok, so where are we going?"
"Well, your shoes are completely wrong."
"Huh?"
"I can't let you ride in those. Go put something on that covers your toes."
"Oh, ok," she replied, leaving him at the door and finding something more appropriate from her closet. Her canvas flats were in the laundry, and all she could find on short notice was an embarrassing, old pair of tennis shoes. Ugh . "Will these work?"
"For now," he responded with a smile that indicated he was in on some secret. "Come on, let's go."
He took her hand and led her down the stairs. "But you never told me where we're going," she protested with a smile.
"You need some biker boots, Jen," he grinned. "I'm going to turn you into a Harley-mama."
Jenna laughed at the mental picture of herself all decked out in leather and tattoos. "A Harley-mama?"
"Well, maybe just the boots. Afterward I'll take you to a favorite spot of mine if you don't mind riding for an hour."
"Sounds great," Jenna said with a genuine smile as they descended the stairs from her apartment. "But you don't have to buy me anything. Let's just ride."
"Two things you have to know, Jen. I'll buy you what I want to, and I'll keep you safe. Boots work for both," he said as he mounted the bike and steadied it for her while he helped her settle behind him. His eyes glanced at her bare arms. "I might get you a riding jacket while we're out."
"Ok," she responded with a shy smile. She tucked her hair into her cherry-red helmet and wrapped herself up tight around Luke's solid frame. He kicked the engine to life and rolled them forward toward Luke's favorite Harley Davidson shop, which was apparently a few blocks down from a shoe-warehouse store.
Only about fifteen minutes passed before Luke was pulling Jenna down a row of shoes resting on stacks of boxes. This place was no-frills, but had plenty of boots to choose from.
"Here, Jenna, look at these."
Jenna couldn't believe she was shoe-shopping with a tattooed badass. The mere thought was hysterical. She took a pair of heavy black leather multi-buckled boots from Luke's hand.
"These aren't my size. I wear a seven." She smiled at his embarrassed expression.
"Right. Sorry. This isn't usually my thing. Uh, here are sevens," he grinned with a shrug.
Jenna took the boots and sat down on the floor to pull them over her feet and up to her knees. The style was strong but somehow still feminine, and fit perfectly. She tucked her jeans down in them and stood up. Luke smiled gratuitously.
"Hot," he said. "They're yours. Leave them on."
She picked up the box and saw the $122 price tag and about choked. "I can't let you buy me these! They're way
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