Samson by Marie James

Author:Marie James [James, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: MC Romance
Publisher: Marie James
Published: 2019-10-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Samson

She wants to see where things go? Have I died and gone to heaven? How is it possible the woman of my dreams is actually standing in front of me and willingly giving me a chance?

“Is this some sort of trick?” I ask because my luck is usually never this good.

“I don’t play games, Samson.”

I can’t tell if it’s regret with agreeing to date me or if she’s already having second thoughts, but her eyes dim. Refusing to let her get lost in her own head, I reach for her hand and tug the strap of her bag off her shoulder.

“Let’s get this in your car and go for that ride.”

When her headlights flash, indicating the doors are unlocked, I toss her bag in the passenger seat before closing it. She makes sure it’s locked as I walk toward my bike. Once I’m situated and the kickstand is up, she climbs on the back with no need for direction.

“You’ve ridden before?”

“Once or twice.”

Suddenly, I’m jealous of the men before me that have had this gorgeous woman at their backs, but when she leans against me and wraps her slender arms almost all the way around my waist, I forget about everyone but us.

Her grip tightens when we coast out of the parking lot, and she squeals in delight when I’m on the edge of town and hit the throttle to open the bike up on the highway. As much as I’d love to ride all night with the heat of her breasts on my back, I’m dying to look into her eyes and press my mouth against hers again.

“I didn’t even know this place was here,” she says in awe as she looks up at the flashing diner sign. “Is the food any good?”

“They have the best waffles,” I assure her as I clasp her hand and for the first time ever walk with Camryn Davison into a restaurant as a couple.

I’m on top of the fucking world, flying so high, I don’t bother to ask if she’s okay with it as I slide in beside her in the booth rather than sitting across from her.

“You say the waffles are good, but the French toast looks to die for.”

We go back and forth before she decides on the French toast, and since I’m a creature of habit, I stick with the waffles.

“Oh, just orange juice for me,” she tells the waitress when she asks for our drink orders.

I decide on coffee since I didn’t get hardly any sleep after leaving her alone in her bed last night. The night before, I’d slept like a baby, and one of the things that filled my time as I stared up at my ceiling unable to sleep last night was wondering if it’s possible to form a habit after only spending one night with her in my arms.

I’m debating how to bring up the topic of staying with her tonight when she shifts her weight on the bench and turns in my direction.

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