The Biker's Rules
“It might be illegal in most states … not to mention disgusting … since she’s my cousin.”
Heat floods my face. I grunt, mortified. Cousin? Of course she is. Same eyes.
He steps into me, hauling me close so hard the air leaves my lungs. “From now on,” he rasps, forehead pressed to mine, “I want only one girl in my bed.”
My hands land on his rock-hard abs, my heart pounding.
“So,” he murmurs, “if we’re clear on who I’m having lunch with — favorite movie?”
“Harry Potter,” I blurt.