She raised a perfect eyebrow. “You could. But then you would only hate yourself in the morning.”
“You drive a hard bargain, Eva. If you ever need a job as a negotiator, just let me know.”
She laughed. “That won’t be any time soon.”
Eva turned the doorknob to leave. I grabbed her arm. “One last kiss?” I was willing to beg if it got me an extra minute with her. I held out my arms to embrace her, my dick semi-hard as I stood naked at the front door.
She ignored my gesture and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight, Harrison.”
Then she was gone.
A shiver ran up my spine. I stood there in agony, considering if I should run after her and swoop her up and bring her back to my bed. I didn’t care that I was naked.
I just wanted her back.
Chapter Fifty-Five — Eva
I practically walked on air back to my car. Leaving had been the hardest thing I’d had to do, because I really would’ve liked to stay. But fuck that, if he really wanted me like he said he did, he had to convince me. I wasn’t going to fall into his arms every time we got together and then not hear from him in weeks. Talk was cheap. He needed to show me his intentions with actions.
And I’d given him an out. If he changed his mind, I'd saved him the embarrassment of telling me in the morning.
I unlocked my car and opened the door. Shit, it was nearly three a.m. and I had to be at work in a few hours. I started the engine and slowly reversed out of the parking lot, my mind in a jumble. When I came here I was angry as a cut snake; now I was pantiless, thoroughly fucked and happier than I’d been in weeks.
Yawning, I waited for oncoming traffic to pass so that I could get home and crawl in to bed. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as somebody rapped his or her knuckles on the window beside me. Fuck! I went ice-cold when the door yanked open. I jerked my head to see who my assailant was, panic flooding my body.
The naked torso of the man I was running from filled my view. He reached down to turn the engine off and removed the key in one fast action.
“Harrison. What the hell are you doing?” I screeched, my hands trembling. I pressed my palm to my heart to still the thudding.
“Just as I thought. You haven’t locked your doors.” His voice was stern and a deep frown marred his brow. His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth.
I laughed, a high-pitched nervous sound. “You’re standing naked in the middle of the driveway, and you’re worried about my unlocked doors?” I shook my head at his stupidity.
He smirked. “I’m looking forward to spanking your ass for that, Miss Ryder.”
I rolled my eyes. He really had a spanking fetish. “I'm not a child, Harrison. Give me my keys so I can go home now.”
Wiggling his eyebrows, he cleared his throat and leaned down to look me in the eyes. “I have a deal for you. Stay the night and we will talk in the morning over breakfast. And we’ll still do dinner later, too.”
I didn’t answer. Every part of me wanted to stay, to wrap myself around his body and fall asleep in his arms. He held my chin and leaned in to kiss me. It was the sweetest kiss, and it felt like he poured every bit of himself into it. I never thought Harrison Summers could do gentle and tender, but there it was.
And just like that I was wet again, yearning for him. Gently, he hauled me from the car and pulled me against his nakedness. His eyes pierced mine, pleading. “Please, Eva. I'm willing to beg.” His voice was low and hoarse. I drew in a sharp breath, trying to control the butterflies that swarmed around in my stomach. “I not only want you, I need you.” My heart did a flip.
He needs me? Did he really just say that to me? Those were big words.
“Harrison, you’re delirious from lack of sleep,” I protested.
“My mind has never been sharper . . . It's as if a fog has cleared from my brain,” he said.
“This is too complicated, Harrison. There’s Ryder and Jade, or have you forgotten?” I wasn’t going to set myself up for more heartache because Harrison hated bikers. Ryder was my brother and nothing was going to change that, even if, in some unlikely circumstance, he was no longer with Jade.
A deep sigh escaped Harrison’s lips. “How can I forget? If anything, they’ve shown me just how empty my life is. They have made me realize that I want more out of life than a career.” His lips turned downward. “I'd always believed that would be enough for me. But it isn’t. There’s a restlessness . . . a void I can’t fill, no matter how many hours I work or try to numb it with sex and alcohol.”
A car drove by and honked. “Dude, take it to the bedroom,” a guy yelled out.