Climbing onto the bike proved a more difficult task than I had anticipated, I found myself jumping up and down cursing my short height.
Hunter turns to me observing my struggles, "what are you doing?" He laughs.
I cross my arms over my chest, huffing out my dissatisfaction.
Hunter twists his body around setting his large, warm hands on either side of my waist, I bit down firmly on my lower lip as he lifts me with ease setting me gently down behind him on the bike, it was crazy how feminine he makes me feel.
"Thanks," I mumble.
"Don't forget to hold on," he replies his voice sounding a little husky.
I roll my lower lip between my teeth a few times before nervously wrapping my arms around his chest, interlocking my fingers in an attempt to keep myself from laying my palms flat against his muscles, I can feel the strong beating of his heart, thumping rhythmically, if not a little fast against my forearms.
Relieved, I don't feel as embarrassed about my own hearts erratic pounding, which I was positive he could feel against his back.
It occurs to me that I have no idea where he's planning on taking us, I run out of time in asking because as soon as he flicks back the kickstand all coherent thoughts leave my body, my grip instinctively tightens around him when he revs the engine preparing to drive off.
I didn't think it was possible for my heart to beat any faster, but as soon as we started moving that's exactly what happened, I was paranoid that my heart was working its self to hard and that at any moment it would just stop beating, I had my face securely buried between Hunters shoulder blades, not yet confident enough to lift my head.
The air was whipping around me so fast, that it was giving the warm spring day a biting cold chill.
I could barely hear myself think over the scream like whistling it was creating in my ears.
By the time Hunter had pulled into a little homey looking Italian restaurant, my butt was numb and the rest of my body was stuck stiff, I remained wrapped around Hunter long after he had parked his bike.
"you okay, Cupcake?"
"Yep," I mumble, my voice muffled by his broad back. "I just need a few moments," I plead.
He doesn't even try to hide the laughter that shook through his large frame. "Take all the time you want, Cupcake. I quite like having you wrapped around me like this." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
I jumped back so fast I nearly ended up falling off the stupid death on wheels! There it was again that annoying laughter, shaking his head he climbs off, literary leaving me sitting on a 'high horse,' he looks at me expectantly with a raised eyebrow and his hands out, I look away nodding.
Almost instantly I feel his hands wrap around my waist again lifting me up and off of the bike, my hand land on his shoulders for support as he sets me on my feet just a little to close to his warm body, I look up into his eyes and try to take a step back only to find myself passed against the bike.
My recently calmed heart picked up the pace again, he looked like he wanted to say something, but then thought better of it.
Abruptly he pulled away from me cracking a grin, "let's go! I'm starved." he said breaking the tension, I nod unable to formulate words, following his retreating figure at a safe distance behind.
My mind was racing, trying to make sense of what just happened and why I wanted it to happen again.
By the time we were seated in a cozy corner booth, the atmosphere had once again lightened up, we were served by a tall brunette woman at least five years older than me.
I was originally silently praising her for her professional work attitude, but that all but disappeared as soon as Hunter opened his mouth, she melted under his charm.
I was too busy scowling at her ignorance of my presence, to give input to Hunter's, "two beers."