The sparkles explode in my chest again. I try to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. I just stare at him, dumbly. My eyes flick from his gaze down to his lips and back up again. I watch him make the same move. He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I can feel my heartbeat quickening in my chest; I’m both nervous and turned on. The butterflies trapped in my ribcage are making a slow decent to my abdomen and then lower…
He turns my hand over and, holding my gaze, slowly lowers his lips to my wrist. They graze the sensitive skin softly, the lightest touch. His lower lip drags up, and I can’t do anything but just sit and watch. His gaze flicks away to my chest, and I feel the quick inhale of his breath on my wrist as I watch his eyes darken. My arms pebble in response.
Pebble…
Fuck.
My nipples.
There is no way to look down subtly, so I don’t even try to hide it.
Sure enough, the girls have made an appearance. If he didn’t know I was turned on before, this certainly informed him. I’m pretty sure the left one is trying to poke through the middle of one of the flowers.
Instinctively, my free hand comes up to shield my boobs. I try to remove my other hand from his grip, but he holds tight, pulling me toward him instead and resting his other hand on my thigh.
He leans forward, bringing his head next to mine and whispering in my ear.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, baby. In fact, it’s quite hot. But why don’t we get out of here before I ravage you? I would hate to get banned from this place.”
He gives my thigh a slight squeeze, and I melt, feeling my core pulse with need.
“Where are you thinking?”
Honestly, he could say his place, and my mind is such a hazy mess that I would probably agree to it.
“Why don’t we go for a ride on my bike? See where we end up.”
“Really?”
I turn my head toward his in excitement, not realizing just how close our faces would be. He is inches away, our noses almost touching, our breaths intermingling. His eyes pour into my soul, and I let myself get lost in the forest.
“Fuck, come on.”
He pulls back quickly, and I feel the loss of his warmth. He gathers our empty plates and coffees and shifts off the couch, presumably to return them somewhere. I’m still sitting like some lovestruck dummy. I feel like the spinning wheel of death, just trying to load and failing.
I slide off the couch and roll my shoulders a few times, trying to recalibrate myself. I do a little two-to-one breathing, channeling this morning’s yoga class. I am not about to scare this guy away by coming off as obsessed already.
I’m not even obsessed.
I’m just… attracted to him.
Really attracted to him.
Aleks rounds the corner, hands empty, and winks at me. He picks up his helmet and holds his free hand out to me. I return his smile, slipping my purse over my body and placing my hand in his.
“Ready?”
He gives my hand a quick squeeze, and my smile grows even larger.
“Ready.”
FIFTEEN
* * *
ALEKS
“But if I wear your helmet, what will you wear?”
I laugh as I place the helmet on her and tighten the strap. It’s a little big but better than nothing.
“I’ve driven plenty of times without a helmet.”
Actually, that’s not true. I’m pretty fucking diligent about wearing my helmet. We aren’t referred to as organ donors for no reason. Parker and I got into a stupid accident once, racing each other at night. We totaled our bikes, fractured our ribs, got concussions, and ended up with matching scars on our temples. We were lucky we didn’t fuck up our hands. It was one time, but we made sure never to screw shit up like that again.
Still, I’d rather her wear the helmet than me, and letting her think I’m more carefree about it is the only way I’ll placate her. I do, however, grab my sunglasses and throw them on.
I swing onto the bike and gesture to the space behind me. I picked my BMW K1600GT this morning since it has a pillion seat. I had a gut feeling that she would be joining me. That or just plain cockiness that I’d get her on the back of my bike at some point today.
“You can hold onto me to get on, but it’s just like a regular bicycle, only there are footrests.”
She grips my shoulders as she gets on, and I mean grips, like she is afraid she is going to topple off.
I feel her settle behind me and start to rethink this idea. She begins to wriggle as she tries to get comfortable on the seat. Her hands slide from my shoulders to my ribs. It isn’t meant to be sexual, but everything right now feels that way. I can feel the heat of her against me and clench my jaw. We haven’t even taken off yet, and I’m beginning to lose control again.
I was five seconds away from pulling her onto my lap and making out with her in the café. I was so close to tasting those plush lips. But I knew that if I started, I would have basically been humping her on the couch, and that would have gotten us kicked out very quickly. Sydney loves that place too much for me to do that.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” She pauses. “I can’t fall off right?”
“Have you ever ridden on the back of a jet ski?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you fall off?”
“Once.”
Well…fuck. Not exactly the way I wanted this to go.
“Once out of how many times?”
“Hundreds, probably. We go every summer.”
“Then just think of this as the same. Hold on tight, shift your weight a little when you feel it, and keep your feet planted.”
I feel her take a deep inhale and exhale against my back.
“Alright, I’m ready.”
“Then here we go, baby.”
I take off out of the parking lot and onto the street at a reasonable speed, mainly to let her get adjusted. After a few minutes, we swing onto the highway, and I start to speed up. If I was alone, I would’ve ramped up all the way at once, but she might impale me with her nails if I do that. My speed creeps up from fifty to sixty and finally seventy miles per hour. Once we get a little farther out, I’ll be able to go ninety, and that’s when I really fly. There is an old highway no one uses anymore; if you follow it long enough, it takes you to an overlook with a view of the ocean.
Stevie’s grip begins to tighten as my speed continues to creep up. It’s early afternoon, yet there aren’t too many cars out, so I’m able to zip my way between the vehicles. Sliding from one lane to the next, the sun is beating down on us. With the speed I’m flying at, it forces the air to whip by us, cooling our skin. My hair rustles against the wind, and I let the freedom take over. I’d forgotten how nice it felt to ride without a helmet.
After thirty minutes, we finally arrive at the turn off, and my speed slows. I pull down a couple of streets before the highway entrance starts to appear in the distance. I can feel her moving as she turns to look around us, but she doesn’t say anything. She does, however, keep fucking shifting. Each time she moves, I can feel her pussy grinding against my ass. That, on top of her tits pressing up against my back whenever I speed up, is getting to be a smidge distracting.
My brain is trying to focus on the road, but my dick is centered on her.
I really want to show her the highway and the view, but if she keeps moving, we’re not going to make it. I slow down a bit so it’s easier for her to hear me.
“Stevie.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to need you to stay still for this next bit and just hold me. I promise it’s worth it.”