The ride back to the apartment is no less exhilarating than the ride to the gym was. My body is still sensitive from our rigorous workout, and the humming of the bike between my thighs is doing delicious things to my core. I wrap myself around Nate, my nipples pucker against his back, and I squeeze his thighs with mine.
He inhales sharply and curses and I smile. "Thank God this is a short trip."
He pulls into the garage and into his parking space. It's fairly dark down here, the only light coming from fluorescent over-head bulbs. It's deserted.
I climb off and we take our helmets off, then before he can lower the kick-stand, I climb back on, straddling his lap.
"Hey," his eyes widen and he grabs my ass to steady me.
"Hey yourself." I lean in and kiss him, my hands on either side of his face and he pulls me more snuggly against him, rubbing me against his erection still hidden in his workout pants.
"I want you," I murmur against his lips.
"Here?" he asks.
"Fuck, yes."
"Jesus, you never fail to surprise me, baby." He's supporting the heavy bike, and us, with his strong legs braced on either side. He reaches between us and rips my yoga pants at the seam of my crotch. Holy fucking shit! My panties are next, and before I know it, he's lowered the waist of his pants and is filling me.
"Oh, God, yes." I lean back and brace my hands on the handlebars of the sexy motorcycle, wrap my legs around his waist, and he guides me up and down his beautiful cock with his hands cupping my ass.
"Fuck, baby," his teeth are clenched. He pulls one hand around and presses on my clit with his thumb, and I explode around him, pushing down on him, and he finds his own release, shouting my name. I hear it echoing in the parking garage, and I smile smugly, looking up into his hot gray eyes.
"I've never had motorcycle sex before." I lean up, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He's still inside me, but anyone watching would just assume we're making out on his bike.
"Me neither," he chuckles against my lips, lifts me off of him and pulls his pants up. I stand next to the motorcycle and wrap my jacket around my hips, knotting it at my waist. That should get me upstairs.
"I'm going to have to go shopping this week. You're tearing up all of my clothes." I laugh as we walk onto the elevator and Nate pulls me into his arms, hugging me close.
"I'll replace them." He kisses my forehead and I smirk.
"No need. I don't mind."
"Did you bring a dress?" he asks.
"Yes, why?"
"I'd like to take you out tonight." He runs his hand up and down my back and I feel like purring.
"Okay."
"Good, let's go shower."
****
I study myself in the mirror and grin. I've pulled my blonde hair into a loose bun behind my left ear. My eye makeup is smoky and sexy, setting off my blue eyes, and pink lip gloss is smoothed over my lips.
It will probably be kissed off before we leave the apartment.
My dress is light gray and strapless, with a sweetheart neckline. It's gathered between my breasts and has soft ruffles that fall down the length, just above my knees. I have pink diamonds in my ears, a birthday gift last year from Natalie, a pink bracelet on my right wrist and pink Louboutin heels.
Grabbing my gray clutch bag, I toss in my phone, lip gloss, money, debit card and driver's license.
Time to knock Nate's socks off.
Coldplay's The Scientist is playing. Nate is not in the great room or the kitchen, and I know he's not in his bedroom or master bathroom because that's where I just came from.
Huh. Where is he?
I wander back down the hall and see the light on in his office. Leaning against the door frame, I watch him work. I love his work face. His eyes are narrowed, watching the computer screen, and he's quickly tapping on the keys, most likely sending an email.
He looks absolutely mouth-watering in black jeans and a snug-fitting royal-blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. I love seeing the tattoo on his right arm. His hair is loose, because I asked him to leave it down while we were scrubbing each other in the shower. A shower that took about four times longer than it should have because we couldn't keep our hands off each other.
It's like my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one when he's naked, and he seems to feel the same way about me.
"Am I keeping you from work this weekend?" I ask, smiling at him. His head jerks up and those gray eyes go wide as he looks me over from head to toe.
"No, nothing important." He pushes back from his desk and saunters over to me, his warm gray eyes holding mine. "You are stunning."
"Thank you. You look incredible yourself." I run my fingers through his hair and I don't care that I have a goofy grin on my face. "I like your
hair down."
"Do you?" He bends down and softly kisses my neck, just below my ear. "You take my breath away, Julianne."
"I'm glad." I kiss his chin and adjust one of the buttons on his shirt. "Where are we going tonight?"
"There's a great seafood place down on the waterfront."
"Sounds good." He kisses me, sweeping his lips across mine, and then lays his forehead on mine.
"Let's go."