“This one,” I said, running my fingers over the seat, feeling the age and wear.
“How’d you know?” he asked from right behind me.
“Just a feeling,” I said with a shrug as I turned around. “Can I?”
“You wanna sit on my bike?” he asked, sounding confused.
“Well, I’d love for you to take me out for a ride, but I also don’t want to die, so I know that’s out thanks to the snow and all. But maybe I could…” I cut my eyes up at him as I bit my lip.
“You could… what?” he asked, crowding me in a way that was making me so fucking hot and turned on.
I slowly unzipped my coat, peeling it off and tossing it to the side. My gloves went next, then my scarf. He watched me with those intense eyes as he took a step back to give me room. I lost my shirt, feeling goosebumps prickle my skin. Was it the draft or was it excitement? Who fucking cared? My nipples tightened as his eyes dropped to take in my bare skin. His tongue rolled over his bottom lip as he ran a hand down his beard, tugging at the end.
Why was that so hot?
I yanked off my boots and lost my nice, thick wool socks.
It was fine. I was warm enough… or so I tried to convince myself.
Really, all I could think about was fucking myself while I sat on his motorcycle. His eyes were on me the whole time. I selfishly wanted to give him a memory that he’d never forget, and in my mind, he’d never get on this beast again without being able to think about me.
“Should I keep going?” I teased, hooking my fingers into the waist of my joggers.
“Yeah,” he said and then cleared his throat. “Don’t stop.”
I smirked at him, dropping my pants and hastily pulling them free. The damn things were too tight on my ankles, causing me to lose sexy points. But he didn’t seem to mind.
“Shit,” he said, taking in my mistletoe print jock that was barely containing my throbbing cock and full balls. “Turn around.”
I did as he ordered, shaking my ass as I bent over and placed my palms on the seat. It was a cool relief to my overheated skin.
He pulled out his phone, held it up, and then asked, “May I?”
Swallowing hard, I nodded. I didn’t want a camera between us, but I also trusted him. I focused forward, eyes on my hands. Though a part of me died inside because I’d been here before with other men, I still gave him a good show by arching my back a little more.
“Fuck, look at how beautiful you are.” His words made my heart flutter. I opened my eyes and looked over my shoulder, surprised to see that his gaze was on me even though he was filming. “Did you know that? See?”
He turned his phone around, and I saw what he saw. Howhesawme. It was erotic and sexy. And it was so much more. It was everything I’d tried to accomplish with my work, the way I reached out to my viewers. In that moment, I felt fucking seen.
The whole thing was really doing a number on me. Seeing him want me so openly and honestly. And I meant all of me, not just Danny Love, hot little sex boy.
Okay, so that wasn’t really my title, and I could admit it was dumb.
Forget I said it.
The point was, he was looking at me. Just me. The whole me.
And I felt it down to my very soul.
I couldn’t even hate the way I was still wearing my elf hat in it. Was this a new kink?
“This is mine,” he said in a gruff whisper, tucking the phone back into his pocket, patting it for good measure like it was secured away in a lockbox. Like he was saying there were still parts of me I hadn’t shared with everyone else. Like I was fucking special. Something to be treasured.
I nodded with a watery smile that I was hoping I hid well.
“Did I do wrong?” he asked. So much for not ruining the moment.
“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “You’re… perfect.”
