Page 127 of Crave

“Relax,” he tells me, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

The roaring engine filled the air, intensifying the blend of nerves and excitement within me. Starting off slowly, he navigates his way from the driveway and merges onto the road, the scent of hot asphalt filling the air.

I’m holding my breath for the first few minutes, but he behaves, staying with the traffic.

I know this man. It won’t be long before he pushes it to the extreme, because that is his calm.

After the next set of lights, he tugs my arms tighter around him. As we jolt off, I squeeze my eyes shut and mentally brace myself for the ride.

The air beats against me. I squeeze him and eventually open my eyes as the world whizzes by me.

He weaves in and out of the cars with skill and finally, I remember what he told me.

Relax. Clear my mind. Focus on the ride.

So I do.

With my helmet resting against his back, the desert stretches out before us as he moves away from the Strip, and the sun begins its descent, painting the sky to my left.

It’s breathtaking.

And he’s right. There are no other distractions. I’m totally in the moment with him.

I don’t know how long we ride until he pulls over on a dirt track.

As he cuts the engine, I cast a quick glance over his shoulder, and am immediately struck by the serene beauty of the sunset unfolding on the horizon.

While he disembarks, I stay seated, expecting him to lend a hand in helping me off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he removes my helmet, gently sliding it off my head and placing it on the gravel beside him.

Brushing out my hair that now feels stuck to my scalp, he flicks up his visor so I can see his eyes.

I know that look.

The feral one that turns me on in all kinds of crazy ways.

“You look gorgeous on my bike. Fuck, the things I was thinking about doing to you, that’s why I had to pull over.”

Moving closer, he places his firm hand on my thigh.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more. Did it involve me bent over the bike and you taking me from behind, wearing your helmet? Cause that would be so hot.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. His eyes squint so I know he’s smiling under there. “Is that what my girl needs? Hmm?” He twirls my hair around his finger.

“I’ll even beg for it if you want,” I tell him, running my tongue along my bottom lip.

“No begging today. Today you’re going to earn your reward like a good girl.”

That makes my pulse race.

The way he’s devouring me with his eyes is driving me wild.

I take a sharp breath as his hand suddenly grabs my neck and forces me to make eye contact.

In a quick motion, he flips his head and drops his visor. “You can see yourself, right?” His voice is muffled, but I can hear him.

“Yes.”

He tightens his grip on my throat, and I squirm in my seat.

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