He shook his head with a chuckle. “Only for you, baby.”
I glanced at the helmet he was still holding. “And that’s for me? You’re here to pick me up and brought your motorcycle, so I’d need to wear one if I’m riding with you. But did you go out and get that one specifically for me?”
“Of course it’s for you, baby.” He lifted the helmet in question to set it on the top of my head, adjusting the straps so it fit correctly. “Gotta make sure you’re safe while you’re on the back of my bike.”
“Thank you.” I bit my lower lip to stop myself from grinning too much. “I can’t believe you picked out my favorite color.”
“Not gonna buy you one you’d hate.”
I blinked up at him. “But how did you know?”
“You mentioned it at dinner last night.”
His explanation blew my mind. “You remembered that?”
He ran his finger down my cheek and murmured, “I remember everything about you, baby.”
Considering how much I talked, that was saying a lot. But instead of pointing that out to him, I admitted, “I’ve never ridden before, so this will be another first.”
“Want ’em all,” he grunted before reaching for my purse to put it in the saddlebag. Then he climbed on the motorcycle, used his boot to put the kickstand up, and stretched his hand out to me. “C’mon, baby. Swing your leg over to get behind me.”
I did as he said, wrapping my arms around his waist as I scooted closer. Once he showed me how to balance properly, he started the engine and pulled away from the curb. I was too busy enjoying the ride to pay much attention to the route he was taking, but I eventually noticed that he passed the turn that would’ve taken us toward my apartment complex.
When he stopped at a red light, I tugged on his sleeve. “Colter?”
“Hmm?”
“You missed the turn.”
He squeezed my hand. “I know.”
My brows drew together. “Where are we going?”
“Home.”
It was only one word, but my brain short-circuited as I tried to figure out whether he meant his home or something deeper. Judging by everything he’d said to me in the throes of passion, it was the latter. Which I was kind of banking on since he hadn’t used a condom last night. And I wasn’t on birth control.
But now wasn’t the right time to think about the risks we were taking. Or all of his dirty talk about filling me with his come. Not while I was enjoying my first ride on the back of his motorcycle. So I pushed the thought from my mind and held on a little tighter as the light turned green again.
We pulled into his driveway ten minutes later.
He parked in the garage, killed the engine, and helped me off the bike. Then he followed and took off our helmets, hanging them from the handlebars. “You okay?”
“I am freaking awesome. That was incredible.”
“Good thing you liked it ’cause you’ll be on the back of my bike often.”
“Yay.” I did a little dance, making him chuckle.
“C’mon, baby. Let’s make dinner.”
He grilled steaks on the back patio while I chopped vegetables and tried not to stare at the way his shoulders flexed under his T-shirt. We ate outside, our bare feet tangled under the table as we chatted. Well, mostly me because he kept asking questions and listening to everything I had to say, giving me his complete focus.
After dinner, we didn’t bother with dishes. He scooped me up and carried me straight to the bedroom. Our clothes disappeared somewhere between the hallway and the bed. We lost the rest of the night in a slow, sensual blur. He took me on my back first, slow and deep, whispering how perfect I felt, how he’d never get enough. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, gripped my hips, and said deliciously dirty things as he drove into me until I was crying out his name.
Later, in the dark, he pulled me on top and let me ride him at my own pace, his hands guiding me while his eyes stayed locked on mine.
We eventually fell asleep tangled together, his heartbeat under my cheek again.
