“Tell me,” I demand while looking straight into his eyes.
I can see regret swimming in those gray depths, and it makes my heart pound in my chest. “After we got on the Ferris Wheel together, the carnie called Bobby and gave him your description. Regardless of whatever and whoever he’s involved with, Bobby knows you saw him.”
The knot in my stomach tightens and my body tenses like I’m going to leap off Titus and make a run for it. Naked.
Before my body catches up to what my brain is screaming at me to do, Titus tightens his grip on me. My eyes snap to his and the intensity there steals my breath for a moment.
“You will be safe,” his words are a vow. “I’m going to make sure of it. We’ll keep an eye out for Bobby and then we’ll go from there.” His gaze roams over my face for a moment, studying me or memorizing me. “Since we don’t know where he is, you need to stay here on club land.”
I pout and bury my face in his chest. I don’t exactly want to go anywhere, but I do like my home and my stuff. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get the crafts for my room done if I let too much time pass without making progress. The last thing I want is to be scrambling to get things done at the last minute.
Been there, done that. It’s not pretty.
No one wants me disorganized and running around like a chicken with my head cut off. It’s a bad scene and everyone around me suffers. I tend to get snippy in situations like that.
“I need to get some things from my place,” I tell him without lifting my head, my words muffled.
He hears me anyway. It makes me wonder if he’ll always hear me. I hope so.
Titus’ hand stills on my back for a moment and amusement fills his tone, “Liberty Bell?”
I nod once and peek up at him while repeating, “Liberty Bell.”
One of his eyebrows arches and I get lost for a moment at the way his gray eyes dance with mirth and something more, something softer I’m not ready to examine. He brushes strands of my hair away from my face and my breath catches.
I can’t help but wonder where this is going while hoping I’m not wrong to believe in the forever in his touch.
“I have to say, I’m very curious about this project,” there’s genuine interest in his voice.
Not dismissal.
I’ve been worried he’d chalk it up to some silly hobby. But he hasn’t, and thinking he would isn’t fair to him.
I let the fear of his judgement, of the judgement I’ve been up against from the only man in my life up until now, slip through my fingers like sand. I don’t need to hold it anymore.
A smile slowly spreads across my face, and Titus tilts his head to the side slightly. “You should be,” I tease him.
He smirks and I feel it low in my belly. A thrum. A pulse. A need.
Even though my body is still languid with pleasure.
His hand lands sharply on my ass and I let out a yelp before instinctively smacking his shoulder. I yowl, “Hey!”
“As much as I want to bury myself in you again, which is what that look on your face is begging me to do, we have things to do today.” He slaps my ass again and I jump while narrowing my eyes at him. “Like get to your place and find out if anyone has seen Bobby.”
I sigh and begrudgingly climb off my man. I pause as I look at him, completely unbothered and looking downright smug. Considering the way my eyes rake over his tattooed covered bare chest, he might just have a reason to be that arrogant. Not that I’ll be telling him anytime soon.
Before I can take a few steps toward the bathroom, I turn back to him and point at him. “Don’t follow me.”
My big, bad biker Prez pouts. Actually pouts.
I just shake my head at him and wave my finger indicated all of his glory—and it is glorious—and make a tsking sound. “If you follow me, we won’t be leaving anytime soon and I need more clothes. My bag only had so many things in it. It was made for speed, not long-term comfort.”
“You talking to me about readiness is really turning me on,” he growls.
My head tips back as I laugh and head toward the bathroom. I take a quick shower and pull on the last set of clothes I have and my lips quirk. I wasn’t lying when I said I was basically at the end of the line when it came to my bag.
Sure, I can get things washed. I’m sure Opal has a very well-equipped laundry room around here somewhere. But I need a little more life in my wardrobe and right now the plain shirts aren’t working for me.