“You have a bike?” She whispers, running her hand alongthe seat. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder. I was wrong.
“Yeah, I don’t get to use it much, but when I can, it’s my favorite way to get around. Are you okay with riding on the back with me?” I pull off the extra black helmet strapped to the back and hold it out to her, wondering if she’ll go for it.
She grins and takes it from me. “I’m better than okay. Can we take a drive down the coast first before you take me home?”
“I think I can arrange that.” I grin as she puts the helmet on. Once I have mine on, I get on the bike and feel her slide on behind me. I kick the kickstand and bring her to life. Her arms wrap around me from behind, and my heart beats wildly against my chest. Just one night. I could do this. This one thing I’ll allow myself to have where I don’t have to worry about anything else but me. I’ll get her out of my system, and things will return to normal tomorrow.
Chapter Seven
Sophia
I hangon tight as he pulls out of the parking lot before speeding down the coast. I grin against his back at the thrill of the ride. I’ve thought about him all day since the kiss in the gym, and the last one in the hallway about did me in. When he said he could take me home, my body hummed with pleasure, and I didn’t have to think twice about what I wanted.
I feel the strength from the bike beneath me, and I’m on a high like I’ve never felt before as the wind whips through my hair. His body is warm beneath my hands, and I resist the urge to run them under his t-shirt to feel his skin against mine.
We still don’t know each other. I know nothing about him other than what he makes me feel. And he makes me feel A LOT. For some reason though, I feel safe with him and feel like I can trust him.
Slowing down, he pulls over to the side of the road and parks in a grassy area overlooking the water before turning off the engine. Silence engulfs us except for the gentle crash of waves on the shore. I still have my arms wrapped around him, and I move them slightly up where his heart is. I feel it beatingrapidly against his chest, matching my rhythm. He covers my hand with his and squeezes it tightly.
“I don’t know where you live to take you home,” he says, breaking the silence.
I give him the directions, and he nods before starting up his bike again and leading us in the direction of my apartment. Now that we are actually going back to my place, my thoughts start racing through my mind.
I’ve only had a couple of one-night stands, and both had been after a night of drinking and in a weak moment of sexual attraction. Both guys had been on vacation at the time, and I never saw them again. Would he be a one-night stand? He lives here, so that complicates things. I’m not drunk either, so would I even want to sleep with him this soon, not knowing anything about him? The bike hums beneath me, and his body pressed up against me has me so worked up that I already know the answer to that one.
Pulling into my apartment complex, he parks and shuts off the engine. I reluctantly let go of him and swing my leg over the bike. He takes his helmet off before kicking the kickstand and getting off the bike. Removing my helmet, I shake out my hair before handing it back to him.
“Thanks for the ride,” I say softly. I meet his smoldering greys and get lost in them. This might be more than what I’m ready for. My heart is telling me to run out of fear of what this man could do to me.
“Let me walk you to your door.” His voice seems strained and I can’t for the life of me tell what he’s thinking. I nod and lead him up to my building. He walks beside me as we climb the stairs before going to the back apartment facing the canal.
“This is me.” I point awkwardly at the door. “Thanks again for taking me home and the ride. I’ve never been on a bike before but have always wanted to. So, thanks for checking thatoff my bucket list.” I smile at him to try and ease some of the tension that is consuming us both right now.
I turn to put my key in the lock when I feel him come up behind me. “Wait,” he says close to my ear. I feel his breath along my neck, and I shiver against him. His hand moves my hair to the side before his fingers trail along my skin. “Give me this night with you. I…I need this night with you.”
I close my eyes as his lips find my neck. His tongue comes out to taste before sucking my skin.
“Please,” he breathes. Without thinking another thought except what this man could make me feel tonight, I turn and bring his lips to mine.
A deep growl comes out of him as he invades my mouth and pushes me up against the door. All the sexual tension that has been brewing for the past couple of hours is unleashed in a frenzy as our hands claw at each other’s hair and body.
“Get that fucking door open right now,” he pants against my lips. Nodding, I turn and put my key in the lock. My hands shake with anticipation as I slide it in and open the door. He follows me in and shuts the door without ever leaving my eyes.
His hands are on me again as he lifts me up like I weigh nothing. My legs go around his waist, and I feel his hands dig into my behind, pressing me hard against his arousal. We both moan when we connect.
“Jesus Christ. What are you doing to me?” He rasps out. “Where’s your bedroom? Do you have a roommate?” His questions are fired at me as he continues his assault on my mouth.
“Down the hall. It’s the only door. No roommate.” I get the words out before moving my lips to his neck and nipping him hard. He groans and presses me harder against him as he walks us to my bedroom.
I’m so glad I upgraded to a king-size bed when I moved into Maverick’s old apartment. His big frame would never have fitcomfortably on the full-size mattress I had. When he sets me down, I immediately run my hands up his shirt, dying to know what he feels like. My fingernails rake over his skin, and I feel him grin against my neck.
“My little wildcat,” he whispers. Wildcat? My? I try not to think of what that does to me. He said one night. That’s all this is—one night to get what we both want. I can’t let myself think it will be more.
His hands find my shirt and pull it over my head. His greys turn dark as he gazes at my black lacy bra. “Fucking beautiful,” he breathes, trailing a finger over the lace before his thumb rubs against my nipple.
“Oh, God.” I close my eyes as he pinches it through the lace. He finds the clasp in the back, and it drops to the floor, revealing my breasts to him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says again before bending down and capturing my nipple between his teeth before he sucks hard.
