Page 26 of Reckless Intentions
“Don’t worry. I’ve no intention of racing around these roads. I’m sure you know how dangerous they can be.” Brody went over to her and placed the helmet on her head. He fastened the strap underneath her chin and followed it up by tracing the line of her lips, as he had done the previous evening. Her breathing quickened under his touch and his own did the same.
Although Brody’s intention had been to take her on a tour of some of his favourite places, he wondered if she’d mind if he knocked that idea on the head and took her straight back to his apartment to take a tour of her body.
Slowly. With his mouth, his fingers, and his cock.
He shook the thought from his mind.All in good time, Brody, he told himself.
“Are you ready?” he asked instead.
She shrugged. “I guess so.”
Awkwardly, she swung her leg over the bike and settled herself onto the back. He followed suit, his mount much smoother. As he was about to turn and tell her to hang on to him, her arms snaked their way around his waist, locking over his stomach. Without further hesitation, Brody gunned the engine and took off.
He took them from Alcudia, through Puerto Pollensa and out towards Cap de Formentor. The roads narrowed and twisted, causing Olivia to cling on tightly to him. On occasions, her breasts were crushed against his back and he had to drag his mind out of the gutter to concentrate on the road.
Brody pulled up in the car park and cut the engine. They both got off the bike and Olivia pulled the helmet off, her hair somewhat flattened.
“I’d forgotten how beautiful it was out here.” She sighed.
“You’ve been here before?” Brody knew he shouldn’t sound so surprised.
“Mmm, when I was visiting Caro. We’d often take a tour around the island with anyone we got chatting to in the bar. Isn’t there a beach near here too?”
“There is. I thought we could stop there on the way back, maybe get a bite to eat.”
“I thought you were going to cook me dinner?”
“Hey, I said we would have dinner, I don’t remember offering to cook for you.” Brody teased. In all honesty, he didn’t care whether they ate out or ate in. He wanted to get Olivia on her own, so he could finish what he’d started earlier.
“Maybe we can come back to the beach another time? I’m hungry.” The way Olivia looked at him left him in no doubt that it wasn’t food she was hungry for.
“You mean we’ve driven out here for nothing?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.”
Olivia stepped forwards, closing the distance between them. She looked up at him, her gaze questioning. Then, without a word, she reached for him, pulling him towards her, her lips on his, her tongue probing his mouth. He reciprocated, his hands sliding around her, moving down to cup her arse. He wished there weren’t clothing between them, he wanted to feel her skin directly on his, wanted to be inside her, bringing her to another glorious orgasm.
It was only a matter of time.
