Page 94 of Bone’s Choice

“After an hour on the back of that thing?”

“Yeah.”

“Going how fast?”

He shrugged. “I saw eighty.”

“I look like I’ve been hanging out a car window on the interstate.”

“You don’t.”

I smoothed my hair again.

Bone’s eyes stayed on me. “You look good, Hazel.”

The way he said my name did something to me. God, this man.

I dropped my hands. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime.”

Neither of us moved.

I should’ve gone inside. It was after two in the morning. I had nowhere to be tomorrow morning, but that didn’t mean I needed to stand in my driveway until sunrise. Still, I didn’t want the night to end. And I didn’t want to keep pretending there wasn’t something happening between us.

Apparently, my mouth decided it was tired of waiting for the rest of me to figure that out. “Do you want to come inside?”

Bone didn’t answer.

My stomach dropped. Oh no, not again. Why did I keep doing this to myself?

Last night, I’d asked him for a ride, and he’d turned me down. Tonight, obviously, I hadn’t learned a damn thing.

I could’ve smiled, said good night, and walked inside with whatever dignity I had left. Instead, I stood there waiting.

Bone stared at me, and my heart thudded.

“Or not,” I added. “I just thought—”

He got off the motorcycle and I stopped talking. Bone took two steps toward me. Then another. I tipped my head back, standing my ground.

He was so damn big up close. Broad shoulders. Tattooed arms. Dark beard. Hard lines. Everything about Bone screamed that he wasn’t a man who did anything halfway.

His hands settled around my waist.

Oh.

My palms landed against his chest, and Bone pulled me against him. His body was hard against mine, and his eyes dropped to my mouth.

“Bone.”

His hand came up, and the backs of his fingers moved slowly down my cheek.

My breath caught as his eyes dropped to my mouth.

Oh yeah. I hadn’t imagined a damn thing.

“Tell me no,” he said.