Free Ride of Her Life: A Biker Erotic Romance by Emily Stone Page B

did warn you,” Cecilia responded to his silent question, his eyes flicking between her grip and her smug expression. Of course, they then drifted to her breasts, which were peaked from the chill of the morning, and she lost his attention completely.
     
    Or rather, gained it in a different perspective.
     
    Her fingers tensed again.
     
    “Cece, give me a break.” Ray collapsed onto his back and stared up at her from under his hair, the most piteous expression on his face. Damn him for trying to look sexy this early in the morning. “I can't help it when you stick them in my face like that.”
     
    “Shut up, I would have been fully clothed in pajamas if you hadn't accosted me and torn my dress to shreds. Which, by the way, I expect you to fully repay. With interest.” Cecilia mercifully let go of his abused balls, letting her fingertips trail up his hard-on with the faintest of touches.
     
    Then she slipped out of bed and disappeared into the hall.
     
    By the time Ray had stumbled from the tangled sheets and rushed after her the bathroom door was locked and steam billowed from the slit under the door. His head smacked into the wooden obstruction and he grumbled about girls named Cece who weren't any fun in the morning.
     
    Showering was blissful and refreshing. Plus it gave Cece time to recollect herself after the show she'd made last night, if she were putting it lightly. Softcore porn would be a better label, but she wasn't sure if she could stomach admitting how much like a sex fiend she'd acted. Even in public, and more than once. If shame were a tangible manifestation, she'd be drowning.
     
    It was a good thing the small bathroom was filled with steam, covering her blush. Not that it mattered while Ray was probably raiding her fridge for edible meat snacks and beer. There wasn't anyone to witness her embarrassment, or the shields she rebuilt around her fragile emotions.
     
    By the time she made it out, wrapped in a plush towel and dripping hair in rampant curls, she could smell bacon sizzling.
     
    Of course. The only meat she had in the house other than frozen steaks.
     
    She avoided the kitchen to get dressed, trudging in fifteen minutes later. Ray had a plethora of foodstuffs overloading her rickety table, from eggs to almost an entire loaf of toast. Part of her wanted to roll her eyes and glare at his impudence. But the louder, growling part of her—namely her stomach—made the decision to eat instead of complain.
     
    Cecilia timidly took the empty chair across from Ray, who had already started shoveling food, and picked at a piece of toast. The atmosphere was awkward, to say the least. Not that Ray bothered to notice, but even so.
     
    She'd just slept with a man she hadn't seen in ten years. The same man who’d swept her off her feet, then left her in the dust. A previously drug-running vagabond and cop-shooting gang member. Granted, a biker gang, but that didn't excuse his criminal past.
     
    Cecilia technically knew nothing about the man who gorged himself on breakfast across from her. She only knew the kid he'd been before he left. Was that enough?
     
    In the end, she managed to confuse herself more than anything. Stressing about something she couldn't predict was pointless. She loved Ray, but she wasn't sure what that meant.
     
    Of course, she'd already cockily announced she'd be going with Ray wherever he went. It had been said in the heat of the moment but that didn't make her words less valid. In fact, they were probably more honest than she normally was. Especially face to face.
     
    “How long do you plan on brooding?” Ray caught Cecilia's startled eyes as she looked up, his expression softened by a little smile.
     
    “I'm not,” she replied stiffly, stuffing a spoonful of egg into her mouth so he'd stop looking at her like that. It didn't work. Ray leaned over her tiny table, rising slightly off the chair and capturing her chin. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, fingers brushing the