“Not here, baby. Get on the bike,” I say letting go of her.
She shakes her head. “No Ade, I’m shit scared and you know that.”
I pull her into me, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. “Would I ever let anything happen to you?”
She looks deep into my eyes then shakes her head, making her long as fuck hair shake around. “Exactly. Now get that sexy fucking ass on my bike.”
I hand her my helmet and she takes it hesitantly. “Pull your dress up, baby,” I say while throwing my leg over. She comes up behind me, hitching up her tight dress, placing her hands on my shoulders before throwing her leg over behind me.
“Closer. Wrap your arms around my torso,” I say with my head over my shoulders. She stops for a second before doing exactly what she’s told. She grips on tightly. The thought of her on the back of my bike stirs crazy shit with my dick. This would be the first time a woman has ever been on my bike. I always knew that the only woman that would ever ride with me would be my old lady. The back of my bike is no seat for a whore.
I start it up, making it pulse under us both, then pull out with her grip getting tighter instantly. I almost want to ride off somewhere else just to have her gripping onto me like this.
We pull up to her apartment and I turn my bike off, waiting until she’s gotten off. I swing my legs back off the bike, pulling her under my arm and kissing her on the head.
“Was that hard?” I ask.
She smiles and shakes her head. “Nope. I want to go again.”
I laugh. “Yeah, of course, baby. Anything you want.”
We walk into her apartment, and as soon as I’ve closed the door I pick her up and wrap her legs around me. I grasp onto the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine, kissing her slow and gentle.
“Are you done?” I ask her.
She tilts her head at me. “Done with what?”
“Done with fighting what we have here?”
“I am. But I have some issues.”
I laugh, placing her back on the floor. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, baby. Come on, we can talk about this tomorrow.”
I pick her back up and carry her to her room. Seconds after laying her down, she’s asleep. I start removing her dress and I look down at her body that’s only partly covered by her little white lace panties and bra. I bring my knuckles up to my mouth, biting out a moan, “Holy fuck.” She’s going to be the end of me. She can bring me to my knees with one stare.
Kalie-Rose.
Who would’ve ever guessed that I’d want to settle my shit down.
I remove my cut and T-shirt, pull down my jeans, peel back the blankets and get in behind her then pull her into me. I brush her hair off her forehead and kiss her head.
“Fuck, I love you. You have no idea how much I fucking love you,” I whisper into her hair.
“I love you too, Ade,” she whispers a reply.
I stiffen, listening to her breathing, which is even. “Kalie?” I say.
No response.
Shit! She must have said that in her sleep. Those simple words are not so simple coming from those beautiful lips.
“Oh my God, my head,” I moan into my pillow.
I hear a laugh beside me and I smile. I remember everything that happened last night, despite the amount of alcohol I consumed. It was a good night. Pushing my face off my pillow, I turn around to face Ade. His hair is all messy everywhere and his blue eyes twinkle.
“It’s not fair. How can you look so perfect,” I say, staring at him.
He brushes the hair from my face and squishes his eyebrows. “You’re perfect, baby. Every single thing about you is what I crave. What I need.”
I smile at his words, resting my head on my hand. “I missed you,” I say dragging my finger along his strong jaw and up to his chiseled cheekbones.
He kisses my hand. “I missed you too, baby. But those pictures…they gotta go.”
I laugh, pulling my hand away.
“Oh? You think this is funny?” he asks with a smirk and a playful tone.
I shrug. “Baby, you gotta cut the jealousy crap or this is never gonna work.”
He grasps onto my legs, pulling me down the bed and bringing his body on top of me. I scream out a laugh and he kisses my lips briefly, chuckling against them. He brings himself back up so he’s resting on his elbows, staring down at me. I stop laughing when I look up to him. God, he’s breathtaking. This beautiful, sexy, dangerous man is on top of me, and he wants me. I feel untouchable. Searching his eyes, he smirks, rolling his hips into me. I clamp down on my lip and moan a little, reaching onto his forearms to stop the motion, and he narrows his eyes down at me.
“Don’t do that.”