“I know.”
“I like that. That’s a good friend.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest.
His eyes drifted over me and went to the empty bottle of ginger ale next to the bed.
“I feel better,” I said, answering his tacit question.
“Good.” His voice sounded like a purr. Despite my sore body, I wanted him again. Immediately.
“I didn’t hear you get up this morning,” I said.
He reached out and pulled me into the column of his strong chest. His hand cradled my cheek, and he swept the rough pad of his thumb against my bottom lip.
“You were sound asleep. Didn’t want to wake you.” He removed his thumb, but only so he could lean down and capture my lips with his.
I sank into his touch, still ravenous for him. I gripped him by his vest and tugged him toward the bed.
Slash chuckled against my lips. “Brooklyn.”
“Hmm?”
“Brooklyn, stop.”
My eyes flew open. “Stop? You want me to stop? I was just about to get naked.”
“Yeah, and normally I wouldn’t let anything stop me from being with you, but we’ve got some place to be.”
“The bakery? Jazz doesn’t mind waiting until tomorrow for the keys.”
“Not there. Somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“A surprise?” My lips quirked into a grin as I placed my hand on my stomach. “Haven’t we had enough of those?”
Chapter18
Slash pulledthe car up to the curb and parked outside a quaint home in a neighborhood with neat, tidy lawns.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, unlatching my seat belt.
Slash didn’t reply as he climbed out of the driver’s side. For a man who had been a Nomad for the last fifteen years, he was certainly comfortable driving a car. It felt strange though. Like he was an animal outside its natural habitat.
He took my hand and led me up the walkway. Without a word, he lifted the welcome mat and removed a key.
“Seriously?” I asked when he slid the key into the lock. “Not even trying to hide the key?”
He shrugged as he opened the front door. He waved me inside. I looked around for the light switch and flicked it on.
It was a ranch-style home that looked like it had been recently remodeled. The paint was fresh, and the kitchen had been upgraded with stainless steel appliances.
“What do you think?” Slash asked, closing the door behind him.
“It’s cute,” I said.