Page 45 of Diesel's Perseverance
Pressing her lips together, she simply nodded. He didn’t wait for her to say anything else. He grabbed some clothes out of the closet and walked to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, she heard the water from the shower turn on.
She sat there trying to figure out what was happening. Somehow he’d found out about the abuse while he was in Denver, but she hadn’t told anyone.Maybe he found something in the house, but what?Myla couldn’t wrap her head around it. And what was up with that kiss?That sexy, incredible kiss.Her insides had melted as soon as Diesel’s lips touched hers, and when he ran his hands down her back and squeezed her butt, the desire inside her exploded.Then he pulled away and brought up Freddy. What the hell?His actions yanked her back and forth like an emotional tug of war. Butwhat if the kiss was a pity one?A sick feeling twisted in the pit of her stomach.No way, it couldn’t have been.There was a spark between them. Myla had felt it the first time she’d seen him in the diner, and she knew he did too. The kiss was the real deal. Passion like that couldn’t be faked. Diesel wanted her. She was certain of it, but he’d push her away whenever he let his guard down.
“Was everyone good with you while I was gone?”
The sound of his voice startled her, and she jumped. Peering over her shoulder, she said, “I didn’t hear the water turn off.”
“You were lost in your thoughts.” He picked up a bottle of aftershave from the dresser, poured some into his hands, and patted it over his cheeks and chin. The scent of citrus and exotic spices wafted through the room.
“You smell good. Are you going out?”
“Yeah.”
Turning away, she stared at hues of red, orange, and pink streaked across the darkening sky.
“Are you ready?”
Myla’s gaze snapped to his. “For what?”
“Food. I’m starving, and a burger sounds fuckin’ good right now. You up for that?”
“Sure. I’m pretty hungry too. And I’d love to get away from here for a while.”
“Let’s go.” Smiling, he scooped up the keys from the nightstand and walked toward the door.
The lingering lightgrew a deeper purple, and a spattering of stars in the east twinkled as the summer night ushered in. The pine trees cast tall shadows across the parking lot, and the breeze fell soft against Myla’s face as she made her way to Diesel’s SUV.
“I’m not taking the cage,” he said.
Startled, she turned around and saw him standing by a gleaming emerald Harley Davidson that looked like it had just been wheeled off the showroom floor.
“Do you want me to drive your car?”
“Nope. You can ride with me.” He pulled on a pair of leather gloves.
“I thought you don’t take anyone on your motorcycle.”
“I’m making an exception.”
A warm glow flowed through her. “I’m honored and”—she pointed an index finger at the massive bike—“a little terrified. Your motorcycle is like you—big and intimidating.”
He laughed. “‘Big and intimidating’ works for an outlaw.”
Slowly, she approached the Harley. “It’s beautiful. I’m surprised it’s so clean and shiny after the trip from Denver.”
“The prospects wash the bikes after a trip. You don’t need to be nervous. I know what I’m doing.”
“I trust you. Just don’t go too fast and do some crazy things like wheelies or whatever.”
A guffaw burst from deep in Diesel’s chest. He touched her lips with his thumb. “You’re too much, woman.”
His gaze was as soft as a caress, making her heart race. She hoped he would kiss her again, but instead, he pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, then swung his leg over the leather seat.
“Climb on behind me.”
“Wait! I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”
“I’ll help you.” He extended his hand, and she grabbed it. “There you go,” he said, guiding her behind him. “Put your feet firmly on the foot pedals. The key is to let your body move with me and the bike. Like if we’re turning, lean with me. We gotta be in sync. You never want to lean the opposite way of the motorcycle. Picture yourself as being one with the bike and the motion. Got it?”
