Page 171 of Revv

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

Of course he has.

I take his hand anyway, and the second his fingers close around mine, his other arm slides around my waist to steady me as I swing my leg over.

That’s when my brain decides to drag up the memory of the first time he did this.

Different bike. Different city. Same fucking problem.

Me losing my balance in my driveway. His arm catching me around the waist. My hands fisted in his shirt while he looked down at me like he already knew exactly how badly I wanted to kiss him.

Then I did.

First.

Hard enough that I spent days afterward pretending it never happened.

Ay, qué vergüenza.

My boots hit the pavement, but Revel’s hand lingers at my waist for a beat, his thumb pressing into my side while his gaze drops to my mouth.

Heat rolls low through my stomach.

Apparently, getting off a motorcycle with this man is never going to be normal.

I lift my chin. “You planning on letting me go?”

“I was considering my options.”

“Well, hurry up and choose wisely.”

His grin turns slow. “Mm, that almost sounded like a threat.”

“It was.”

“Good. I missed those.” His teeth catch his bottom lip for a second as his eyes drag down me, slow and filthy, before he shifts his hips and adjusts himself like there’s absolutely no reason to be subtle about what I’m doing to him.

This man has no fucking shame.

And the worst part?

Fuck if that doesn’t do something to me.

Once the bill is handled and my keys are finally back in my hand, I slide behind the wheel and start the car.

The engine turns over clean, and I sit there for a second with both hands on the wheel, listening to it idle like I’m waiting for the Honda to betray me one more time.

Revel watches me from the passenger side, then jerks his chin toward the steering wheel. “Why don’t you let me drive?”

I look over. “Why?”

“So I can get a feel for how she’s running. Make sure everything feels right before we get too far.”

I narrow my eyes. “You just want to drive my car.”

“That too.” His mouth pulls into a grin. “Plus, I kinda like you as my passenger princess.”

I stare at him. “Absolutely fucking not.”