Revved Up Soul: A MC Romance Read Online Free

sprawling tree, its branches offering some appreciated shade. He then set down the basket and sat crisscross beside it, lifting open the lid and producing a small feast for two; pulling out two plates and two flutes. She had to admit it was kind of funny in a cute way that the rugged biker was practically charming her with something that a nervous high schooler would have done. Those were quirky times.
    Joining him, Jasmine’s senses were treated to ecstasy. She could smell the bread rolls, practically tasting the way they would melt in her mouth; they were gold and plump little handfuls of heaven. Next were two Anjou pears, they had a decidedly floral scent to them – the slightest hint of sweetness kissing her nose. Finally, the crown jewel, a pair of fried chicken drumsticks, adorned in a golden brown crust; the savory smell wafted over to her, the taste of salt and fat and moist meat dancing across her tongue.
    Jasmine crawled over to Luke’s side, putting a hand to her mouth. “Wow,” she said. “You really know how to tempt a girl.”
    Luke waved a hand, “Pft. You need temptation, live a little salad girl. Food scare you?”
    I don’t eat just salad, she wrinkled her nose. “Ah, no. I’m just very conscious of my figure is all,” she could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks and turned her head away ever so slightly.
    Passing the plate to her, Luke gave a soft chuckle before reaching back inside of the basket, pulling out a glass figurine of sorts that glinted in entrancing resplendence. The long stem was faded chartreuse that invited the eyes to linger; she realized then it was a rose.
    At its end was a bloom of petals, starting from white, then to pink and finally ending along the trim with a dark purple. “Well the guys would kill me for saying this.“ Jasmine’s eyes flicked between the man and the curious glass work. Silence hung in the air for several seconds then, before Luke turned away, smiling stupidly to himself more so than to Jasmine. “Forget it,” he deflected, munching on a warm, golden roll of bread.
    A finger pressed firmly against Jasmine’s heart and for a moment of time she was back at the hospital, touching his hand all over again and dancing happily inside. She hadn’t been so sick with . . . feelings since she was in high school – a trickle of doubt flowed beneath the shallows. “No,” she almost whined in her pursuit, “tell me.”
    “It’s stupid,” the handsome man’s teeth sunk deep into his pear, biting a chunk off – the juice kissing his full lips, rolling down his magnificent chin. If I just had the heart to lick it off of him.
    “Well, I promise not to tell a soul,” she continued to wheedle, nibbling on a roll now herself – clutching it between her dainty hands. She wanted to ask him about the flower.
    Craning his neck to face her, Luke’s eyes found Jasmine’s. “You’re just . . . great.” He twisted his hand, playing absently with the glass figurine.
    What? That’s it? Jasmine’s brows raised an inch and she laughed quietly. “That was supposed to be embarrassing?” She preened back a strand of her raven hair. “Is that for me?” Her heart skipped.
    “It might be,” Luke chuckled, gods even his laughs were intoxicating, and I could drink them in all day. “What I mean to say is that,” he smiled. “You’re my desert rose. I’m out there, the sun bearing down on me and there you are – beautifully you. Everything in my life is just so hectic and filled with drama; like a black hole that nothing can escape. Except you,” he jabbed a finger playfully, the thought of wine flashing through her mind, reminding her of Augustus. “You? You’re removed from it all. It sounds stupid, I’m sure it does,” he shook his head, “but you remind me there’s a life outside of The Life.”
    Something warm pricked at her eyes, so she looked away, batting her shadowy lashes. “That’s not stupid at all,” Jasmine assured. I’ve never heard