satisfaction.
Her body is covered in sweat, and she’s breathing hard, her heart racing. She shifts uncomfortably, knowing that her shorts are soaked through and not just from her perspiration. She’s woken feeling frustrated, her body craving pleasure and her throat dry. She slumps back into bed feeling wrung out.
She had been the one to worry over the fact that they couldn’t be in the same room with each other without ripping each other’s clothes off. She had thought she was being the grown up, the one that was looking at the intensity of their relationship and wondering if it could last for the long term. Now, she wasn’t so sure. The one thing that she was completely sure of was that this wasn’t going to be the last of the dreams that left her feeling like she was missing something as vital to her as air.
CHAPTER THREE
Elyse spends the morning updating her blog and writing up some notes to add to her ever-expanding list for the novel that she will one day write. If nothing else, the dramas between her and Dane were giving her some great material for her ‘someday’ book. It’s been a little while since she’d been able to focus on her writing, pretty much since things had kicked off with the Demon Riders. This was the first day she has been able to really catch her flow, and she’s so caught up in it that before she knows it she’s worked through lunch and into the early afternoon. It’s only when her doorbell rings that Elyse gets up from her desk and stretches her tight muscles. Looking out of the window she sees a familiar face wearing a grease-stained shirt advertising The Shop. True to his word, a tow truck—complete with one of Dane’s trusted mechanics—was waiting patiently outside her house.
“She really is a beauty.” Rudy looks at the car longingly, as Elyse hands over the keys to the Mustang.
“Yeah, she is, or at least she will be once Dane’s finished with her.” Elyse gives him a wry smile, knowing that Dane has been possessive of her car, not letting anyone else work on it. Elyse had the sense that it wasn’t just because he cared for her; she was pretty sure the caliber of the Mustang had a lot to do with it as well.
“Beautiful car for a beautiful lady.” Rudy smiles at her and winks, but there’s no hint of anything other than friendly banter in the older man’s tone. “But if you tell Fletcher I said that, he’ll have my guts for garters.”
Elyse laughs easily and holds up her hands in some semblance of a Girl Scout promise. “Your secret is safe with me.”
She watches as Rudy gets the car all set up and ready to tow, her mind a million miles away.
“You want a ride to The Shop?” Rudy’s voice jolts her back to the present and out of her re-visitation of the dream from the night before.
Elyse looks at her watch, figuring she has just enough time before she goes to meet her mom. It was the first time in weeks that they had seen each other, a fact that felt intensely odd since they spoke almost every day. That evening Elyse had agreed to meet her mom’s new boyfriend, the guy that her mother had barely been able to stop talking about. She knew from her mom’s excitement that this guy could be the real deal. For her sake, she wanted it to be true. Her mom had put her life on hold for Elyse, barely dating until Elyse had left for college. Her mother had been through her fair share of dating disasters, but this was the first time that Elyse sensed that it could be more than just a way to pass the time for her mom. This could be the man that she’d been waiting for since Elyse’s dad walked out on them. Elyse just hoped that he deserved her.
It would be tight, but there’s just enough time to stop by the shop and see how the lay of the land is looking between Lance and the guys. After their conversation by the lake the night before, Elyse has the