Forget the motorcycle . . . I want to ride him.
“You ready? Told you I’d be back to take you for a ride.” He grabs my bag and tosses it in my truck, before grabbing my hand and helping me onto the back of his bike.
My heart does a little jump, when he reaches for my arms and wraps them around his muscular body. He feels so damn good. “Hold on to me and don’t let go. I tend to like to ride fast and hard.”
“Your ankle?” I question in surprise at the fact that he’s already back on his motorcycle. It hasn’t even been six weeks yet.
“The pain is gone and I’ve been walking on it for days now. I’m good as new. Now hold on tight.”
“Where are we going?” I question as he slides his helmet on my head.
“Somewhere I like to go to clear my head.”
He takes off and I hold on as tightly as I can, leaning my face into his strong back. The scent of his cologne is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever smelled and it does nothing to make me want him less right now.
As if him showing up for me, looking as incredible as he does wasn’t enough.
We ride for a while, just enjoying the night air, before he turns down a trail, hidden by trees. Something about him taking me to the middle of nowhere has my body buzzing with excitement and wonder.
I’m not used to men wanting to go anywhere other than the bedroom or a bar.
It’s nice because I like places where I can relax and clear my head away from everyone.
Once we reach the end of the trail, he parks next to water that I didn’t even know existed, hidden back here.
We sit here for a few moments, before he helps me off his bike and hops off himself, taking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders.
“Thank you,” he whispers across my lips.
“For what?” My eyes lower to his lips, before slowly moving back up to meet his eyes. “I was just doing my job.”
He licks his lips and fingers a strand of my hair. “You didn’t have to stay and we both knew it. You stayed because you wanted to take care of me.”
I swallow and take a step back from him. The way his eyes look into me as if he can see into my soul makes me feel as if I’m coming undone for him. He’s so good at making me turn away first. “You’re welcome,” is all I can say.
He looks me over in silence for a few seconds as if he’s trying to read me, before speaking again.
“I love how quiet it is back here. No screaming, whistling or a room full of women calling out my name and telling me all the things they want and expect me to do to them. This place brings me peace . . . a place where I can think about what I want in life.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me down closer to the water, helping me up onto a huge rock to sit. Then he climbs up himself and pulls me to sit between his legs.
“What do you want in life?” I question, quietly, as he pulls my hair back and presses his lips against my neck.
It feels so good, making me forget my own worries and stress for just a short moment.
“I want a woman to love and build a life with. I want someone to take care of and cater to. I want to prove to myself that I’m not my asshole father and I have more to give than he ever did or has. I want to be a good man that is worthy of love.”
His confession has me turning in his arms and cupping his face in my hands. I knew there was something deeper to him than meets the eye. “We all have a choice to be different than our parents and choose our own path.” I pause and swallow back the emotions that are coming up. “I lost my parents when I was just ten and then my aunt last year so I’ve had no other choice than to be myself and go my own path. I barely even remember how my parents were.”
“I’m sorry,” he says gently.
I smile at the genuine look on his face. There’s something about the way he looks right now that is extremely beautiful and real. “It’s okay. I’ve been pretty good at being strong and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.”
“I can see that and feel that about you and I like it. A strong woman is what I need and want in my life.”
I feel myself blush and suddenly, I’m feeling playful, remembering our little joke from when we first met. “Is that why you continue to stalk me? Can’t get enough of me, huh?”
His eyes lock with mine, before he grabs my face and runs his thumbs over my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. I know you don’t know me, but I have a feeling that I want you to.”
Leaning in, he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, before releasing it and breathing against my lips. “I may be acting tame as fuck around you, but truthfully, being around you makes me feel wild as hell and all I can think about is tasting every inch of you.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Don’t let my need to respect you make you believe that I don’t want to fuck you so hard that you’ll feel me for weeks. If you were any other girl, you would’ve been naked in the first ten minutes. That’s the truth.”