“On your motorcycle?”
He grins. “On my Harley, baby. Just you and me and the open road.”
“I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,” I murmur.
“Then I’d love to be your first.” He pulls me into him. “I promise it’ll be fun. I’ll be careful.”
“Okay. But first, I need to change. There’s no way I’m riding a motorcycle without panties on.”
“Maybe you should?” he says as I head to the bathroom to change and wash my face. “We can find a secluded place to stop, and I can give you an orgasm while you’re straddling my Harley.”
“Ew!” I grimace and close the door on his laughing face.
The airthis morning is crisp. I inhale, letting the wind caress my skin.
Dominic pulls an extra helmet out of the garage and hands it to me before he saunters over to the Harley. As he approaches, all the air leaves my lungs.
It can’t be.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
Lips parted, I step closer and delicately trace the design on the fuel tank. It’s stunning. A raven stretches along the side of the motorcycle from the fuel tank to the rear fender. The details are intricate, the color scheme perfection.
“This is my drawing, the one I gave you on your twenty-third birthday.”
He rests his hand on one handlebar, watching me in amusement. “Of course it is.”
I swallow thickly, stunned by his easy response, and study every detail of the raven almost identical to the one inked on his arm.
“I can’t believe you did it,” I say, tears pricking the backs of my eyes. “This is incredible.”
“Youdesigned it. I just brought it to life.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t think you’d want it.”
“The only girl I’ve ever loved told me if I ever had my own motorcycle, it should look like this.” He snakes his hand around my waist and pulls me to his chest. “The moment I bought this Harley, I knew what it needed. You created a masterpiece.”
I wrap my arms around his torso and smile up at him. “Thank you.”
“Always.”
He tucks a few strands of hair behind my ear, his touch tender, featherlight. “Be my girl again,” he says in a low, intense voice.
My breath hitches. “You mean your girlfriend?”
“For now, yes. Later, my wife. That sounds a thousand times better.”
Oh my God.
My voice trembles when I start to ask, “You mean?—”
He grips my chin. “I mean you, me, this. Always. Say yes. Please.”
A smile overtakes me. “Yes.”
He molds his mouth to mine, his kiss full of fire, the kind that will keep us warm on the coldest days, one that burns forever.
When Dominic finally takes a step back, my head spins. Then, he presses a kiss to my forehead and buckles the chin strap of my helmet. Once he’s seated on the bike and braced for my weight, I climb on behind him.
