Spicy Desires: Love on Two Wheels and a Plate

Your pace

After breakfast, the tension that was overflowing now came to a low boil right below the surface. He was easy to talk to, yet he made my heart race and kept me on edge in the best way.

We stepped outside, and he put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer in a protective, possessive way that made it impossible to forget how dominant he was.

I think I liked it.

We got back on his bike and rode through town on his bike. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was heading into something more intense than I was used to.

We arrived at a park; Brett parked the bike and helped me off. His hands stayed on my waist, his touch firm but careful." I thought we could take a walk," he said. Enjoy each other's time for a while longer."

I simply nodded as I felt unsure if I was following because I wanted to or because his quiet confidence made it hard to resist.

We walked down a path under some trees, and the leaves cast shadows that lined along the path. I felt his hand brush mine now and then.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke, his voice deep and deliberate. "Ali, I want you to know something." He stopped walking and turned to face me. "I'm serious about you. I know that I can come off strong, but I'm not going to push you into something you're not ready for."

I blinked slightly, surprised by the honesty in his tone. "Brett, I-"

He stepped closer, and I felt his two fingers gently move my chin up so I met his eyes. "I don't want you doubting that, ever. You're mine, but I'll go at your pace."

My breath stilled, the possessiveness in his words stirring something inside me."I believe you," I whispered, my voice coming out with a slight tremble.

He had a satisfied smirk appear on his lips, and he ran a thumb over my lower lip. "Good," he said lowly. "Because I'm not letting you go." He slowly leaned in, and I felt his lips against mine, softly brushing against them.

The kiss became demanding, and I felt his hand grab the back of my neck, holding me in place as he kissed me. I felt myself melt into him, and my hands instinctively clutched his shirt.

The world around us blurred. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. "I've wanted to do that since this morning," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire.

I smiled. "Me too." We continued walking; his arm found its way around my waist. By the time we made it back to his bike, I finally felt more comfortable with him, not just nervous.

He handed me the helmet; his eyes softened. "Get on. We're not done with the day yet." I did as he said, climbing onto the bike and wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. His body was solid and warm against mine.

We took off down the road. He took me around town, stopping at places I'd never been before. Each time we got off the bike, he would help me off his gently.

Our final stop was at a small coffee shop. He parked the bike and helped me off, his arm immediately sliding around my waist, pulling me close as we walked inside.

We grabbed a table by the window, and I noticed how much more relaxed I felt around him now. He looked at me—like I was the only person in the world.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes watching me closely. "You seem slightly more at ease," he remarked.

I smiled, shrugging. "Maybe I am."

"Good." He took a sip of his coffee, and his eyes never left mine. "You're getting used to me then."

I raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't go that far," I say with a small soft chuckle.

He chuckled back as if sensing my emotions, and he leaned forward slightly and said, "You like me being around. Admit it." With a hushed whisper.

My heart skips a beat at him calling me out. "Maybe I do," I replied softly, my voice coming out barely above a whisper.

His smile widened, and he reached across the table and placed his hand over mine, engulfing it in warmth. "Good," he said with a soft voice. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

I nodded. "okay." I say slightly unsure. After a few minutes, he stood up and pulled me with him.

"Come on," he said. "Let's get out of here." We walked outside, and as soon as we were away from the shop, he turned to me, his hand gently gripping my wrist, pulling me toward him. "I meant what I said earlier. I'm not going to rush you, but I need you to know that I'm serious about you." He said it with a serious tone.

I swallowed my spit as I felt my heart pound in my chest, and I finally looked up at him. "I know," I whispered.

His grip on my wrist loosened ever so slightly, and he cupped my face with one hand.

His free hand meets my face, and his thumb brushes over my cheek. "You don't need to be afraid of how I feel," he murmured. "I'll wait for you to catch up. But once you do, you're all mine."

"I don't think I'm afraid of you," I whispered, admitting to him that my voice trembles ever so slightly. "I think I'm afraid of how much I want this."

His expression seemed to soften almost instantly, and he leaned down, his lips pressing a tender kiss against my forehead. "Then stop fighting it," he murmured. "Just let it happen."

I closed my eyes, letting out a breath as I let his words sink in. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to stop fighting what I was feeling.

When I finally opened my eyes, he was looking at me carefully; his hand still softly lay on my face. "You ready to head back?" he asked me with a gentle voice.

I nodded, feeling a little more sure of myself. "Yeah, let's go." We rode back through town. I held onto him tightly, my arms wrapped around his waist. By the time we got back to my place, the sky was a soft pink, and the air was cool.

He parked the bike and helped me off once again, his hands lingering at my waist longer than before. He walked me to my door, standing close as I got my keys out, my hands shaking slightly.

When I finally got the door open, I turned to face him, unsure of what to say. He leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a slow kiss that stole my breath. His hands moved to my waist like they belonged there and pulled me against him.

When he pulled back, I looked into his eyes, which seemed darker now. "Sleep well tonight," he whispered. "I'll see you tomorrow at work."