Page 90 of Smokey's Distraction
She laughed. “How odd. The same thing happened to me.”
“You up for some chow at Ruthie’s?”
“I’d love that. I’m surprised at how good the food is there.”
Smokey rose to his feet. “Ruthie’s a damn good cook, and it’s not a dive. She cares about her customers and the quality of the food.”
“So there really is a Ruthie?”
“Yeah, and she’s been running the place for years since inheriting it from her parents. Ruthie and her old man ran it together until he died several years ago. The woman’s got a lot of gumption and determination.” Leaning in, he lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers. “Just like you.”
The touch of his lips sent tingles down her spine. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands moved down her back to cup her ass, their mouths meshing with an escalating hunger. It felt so damn good being in Smokey’s arms, kissing and desiring him.I’m doomed.The thought sent an icy chill through her body. What if she was just another chick he finally got into his bed?Stop doing this. Live in the moment.
Breaking the kiss, Smokey leaned back. “Are you okay?” His shallow breathing matched hers as his gaze roamed over her face.
“Yes.”
He ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “Just now, I felt a slight disconnect. Don’t overthink this.”
It unnerved her at how he could read her. “I’m not.” She lied. “I like being with you.”
His features softened. “That’s good, because I feel the same.” He gently tapped the side of her head. “And before that mind of yours goes into overdrive—you’re not like any woman I’ve known. I don’t know what we got going here, but it’s different from anything I’ve ever had with any other woman.” He dipped his head low and kissed her softly. “I better feed you.” Smacking her ass, she giggled.
Ashley walked over to the kitchen counter and scooped up her keys, put the strap of her purse over her shoulder, and walked into the garage.
“Where are you going?” she asked when he strode past her car.
“I only ride in cages when I have to. We’ll take my bike.”
“I’m guessing ‘cages’ means cars?”
“You got it,” he replied over his shoulder.
“I can meet you there.”
Stopping in the middle of the driveway, he turned around, a confused look on his face.
“Why the hell would you do that? We’ll go together.”
“I’m nervous about riding on a motorcycle.”
He laughed and held out his hand. “Come here.”
Ashley darted her eyes from him to her car and sighed. Opening her purse, she dropped the key fob inside and shuffled over to Smokey.
Grasping her hand, he drew her to him, holding her head against his chest. Threading his fingers through her hair, he told her, “There’s no fuckin’ way I’m gonna let anything happen to you. I’m an experienced rider. I promise you’ll be safe. You gotta trust me on this.”
Squeezing her arms tightly around his waist, she replied, “I do, but it’s still scary.”
“Let go of the fear in your head. I’ll keep you safe, so just enjoy it.”
Standing there in the driveway, Ashley felt safe in his arms. “I got this,” she said, looking up into his eyes.
Dipping his head down, he pecked her lips. “Good. Let’s go.” He pulled away and led her to his Harley.
“Do you have a helmet?” she asked as he took out a pair of sunglasses.
“No. I don’t wear one.”
