There was something different about her stature. Her chin tilted higher, her shoulders set back. Her hips still rolled sexily, though, the way they always did, making her pert ass sashay as she moved.
He walked quickly away from his bike and soon caught her up.
She turned, as if instinctively knowing he was there … or someone was there.
“What do you want?” she demanded and dropped her shades over her eyes so he couldn’t see them.
You. Naked. Underneath me.
No, he couldn’t say that, even though it was the truth.
He drew to a halt. “I’m sure it’s just an oversight that you haven’t called.” He nodded over his shoulder. “I know a nice little diner. Hop on and I’ll take you. I’ll bet you’re hungry.” He removed his shades, hoping she might do the same.
She didn’t.
He grinned and forced his gaze not to dip to her blouse. It was undone by a few buttons, and a silver necklace held a heart pendent that sat above her slight cleavage. It was a sweet look, and it suited her, but he got the feeling Leah wouldn’t enjoy having her chest ogled by a rough-as-fuck biker like him.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I have someplace to be.”
“Home?”
“No, well, yes, and then somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“I don’t have to tell you.” She frowned.
“No, but—” He waggled his hand between them. “We’re friends, right? We can have a conversation?”
“I don’t know where you’ve got the idea that we’re friends from.” She glanced at his bike. “But if you must know, I’m heading south, for a break away from Peirce.”
“Everyone needs a break from time to time.” He paused. “How south?”
“Several hours.”
“Should get some sun then.” He paused. “I’m heading that way. Might see you around.”
“I doubt it. I’m heading to Strands Beach, a luxury rental. I need a break.”
What the—?
Carter knew Strands Beach well, heck, it was practically his club turf. But he didn’t show his delight, and he kept his expression neutral. “In that case, I hope you have a good vacation.” He stepped back and touched his forehead as if in salute. “Enjoy the beach.”
She seemed to hesitate for a second, as though surprised he was giving up on the conversation. “Er, thank you.”
He grinned and sent an unspoken, unholy praise to the Lord. Fate or destiny or sheer fucking good luck was sending Leah White his way. He couldn’t think of what, but he must have done something really damn good to be getting this gift from the heavens. “And safe travels … you’re driving right?”
“Yeah, on my own, but I don’t mind a road trip.” She nodded at her baby-blue VW Beetle.
“Girl after my own heart.” His smile was locked in place. “See you around,” he said again.
“I doubt it.”
“You never know.”
Carter wandered back to his bike with a plan hatching in his brain. Leah White would be his. He would get her naked and writhing and sweaty in his bed. He’d give it to her so damn good she’d be ruined for all other men.
His cock tingled. It was a greedy and impatient bastard, but it would have to wait. Leah was worth the wait. Carter knew that in his bones. He knew it like he knew he’d die for his club brothers without a second of hesitation.