Watching him cook breakfast was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. I had to grab my phone and pretend to be busy turning it on just to make sure I didn’t get caught ogling him.
Every time he switched from one pan to the other on the stove, his ass moved in a way I couldn’t stop watching. The cargo shorts he wore weren’t tight at all, but that didn’t make any difference—the muscles in his ass were quite prevalent anyway. When he shifted his weight, I could see the line of his gluteus maximus muscles through the fabric.
It was quite distracting.
His shoulders were just as captivating. They were broad and as chiseled as the rest of him. The angle of his traps going up to his neck just made me want to draw a line there. Actually, the more I stared as his tattooed skin, the more I wanted to trace every line, every skull, every star, every flower…with my tongue.
I couldn’t believe I was thinking this way.
Muscled guys had never been my thing before. I’d always been attracted to the thin, wiry types in white, button-down shirts and Dockers. Tie optional. They never had tattoos or motorcycles or secret business dealings in the middle of the night.
Alarm!
I told the subconscious noise in my head to shut up.
“How about we do something spontaneous today?” Aiden suggested.
“Like what?”
“If I tell you, it won’t be spontaneous.”
“Not telling me makes it a secret,” I said. “That has nothing to do with spontaneity.”
“Good point.” Aiden shoveled another mouthful of eggs and cheese into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. “I’m still not telling you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to back out.”
“I can’t back out if I’ve never agreed,” I argued, “and I can’t agree without knowing what it is.”
“Taking a little road trip with me is agreeance.”
“It is not. I don’t even think that’s a real word.”
“Sure it is.” Aiden’s eyes brightened. “Besides, you understood what I meant, right? Isn’t that the essence of communication?”
I crossed my arms and looked at him sideways, earning myself another grin.
“So, another ride on the motorcycle?”
“We’ll take my jeep,” he said. “It’ll be more comfortable for a long ride anyway.”
We cleaned up breakfast, took our turns in the bathroom, and packed bottles of water for the road before Aiden took me out to the garage and helped me into a bright yellow Jeep Rubicon. The soft top, windows, and doors had been removed, leaving the whole thing open.
“Won’t I fall out?” I asked.
“Not unless you do it on purpose,” Aiden said as he adjusted the cap on his head. I was starting to wonder if he ever went anywhere without it. “Put your seatbelt on.”
I did, and he backed out of the drive and into the road, headed south.
“Where are we going?” I asked. I had to gather my hair at the back of my head with one hand to keep the wind from blowing it in my face.
“Homestead,” Aiden replied. “It’s just a little ways south of Miami.”
“And what’s in Homestead?”
“Mostly farms. I get a lot of fresh vegetables down there. It’s a great ride on the bike. Sometimes I’ll head straight down to the Keys. It’s beautiful.”