Page 69 of Monster

“Come on. I want to show you something.”

“What?” I asked as he pulled the blanket away from me.

His eyes heated their way across my skin when he realized what I was wearing.

I pretended not to notice. Acknowledging Dominic’s attraction to me was dangerous, especially since I was certain he knew I was also attracted to him, despite the whirlwind of my mostly negative emotions regarding him.

He walked to the bureau, withdrew another pair of black sweats, and threw them on the bed before going into the walk-in closet.

He came out moments later with a gray sweater in his hand.

I was still in a small daze when he returned to me and slid me toward the edge. Then, he proceeded to dress me.

My eyes widened. “I can dress myself.”

He shot me an amused look. “I know.”

But he didn’t move away as I expected. He hauled me to standing and pulled the sweats all the way up, pulling at the strings so the pants stayed on my hips before wrapping the sweater around me.

Once he had it zipped up, he grabbed my hand and led me out of the room.

I had no choice but to follow.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he answered cryptically.

He led me outside the house.

The property seemed to be a little different during the nighttime. The streetlamp I had been looking at stood off to the side of the house.

Dominic brought me to his bike.

I pulled on his hand and shook my head. “No way. I’m not getting on that deathtrap again with you.”

He looked at me, his lips curving into a small smile. “Scared, wildcat?”

“Absolutely.”

There was no need for pretense. The fact that there wasn’t anything between me and the open road was unnerving enough.

The first time I was on his bike, I had no choice. And with all the shit that had happened with Braxton, I hadn’t given myself the time to think about it. I had been terrified, but not as much as I had been terrified about coming face-to-face with the president of the King’s Men MC. This time was different. I didn’t want to get on his bike a second time.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Nope.”

He laughed and, cupping my shoulders with his hands, bent down until we were eye to eye. “Fair enough. But I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

He placed a helmet on my head despite my protest. I must be really out of it because I hadn’t even noticed the helmet on the bike.

I doubt he would wear one as well.

I shook my head.

“Get on the bike,” he said. “The last thing I want to do is stand out here arguing with you.”

“You’re the one who dragged me out of bed at this godforsaken time.”

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