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He just made me come and he didn’t even touch me?
When it’s over, I’m panting wildly, my face still burning as the pressure of his hand on my knee keeps up. I want him. I need to have him. I need to have him tonight.
Still, he keeps driving until I feel the bike slow. When I open my eyes, he’s pulling into the parking lot and then we come to a stop.
I’m shaking with the force of what just happened, though I’ve no idea if he knows.
He kills the engine. Shakily, I climb off and begin to unfasten my helmet. He swings his leg over and does the same, then he leads me abruptly to the elevator by my elbow as I look up at him. His face masks what he feels. Surely, he’s affected by what just happened, right?
I hold in my smile as he presses the elevator button rapidly. There’s movement behind us, and I feel Rock’s arm touch the small of my back as he turns to see who it is. It’s just a middle-aged couple back from a night out.
He ushers me inside and keeps his hand on my back as the couple enter. Hitting the PH button, he swipes his card. The couple swipe their card and hit their floor.
We take off in silence, and when I take a peek at Rock, he’s staring down at me. Fury in his eyes.
Uh oh, what did I do wrong now?
I look away quickly, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment that he could be ticked off that his bike just made me come. It’s not like I can help it, that’s one big ass powerful machine. Mixed with the sexual tension and how he looks and smells, can one blame me?
When the elevator stops and the old couple get out, the doors close again, and Rock’s grip moves to my hip as he pulls me closer to him. “Did you come?”
The elevator takes off, and I stand there in silence.
“Aspyn?” he prompts. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “The movement. The sensations. The tension…” I look up at him. “It felt so good, Rock.” He grinds his teeth, and it prompts me to ask, “Are you angry with me?”
His face softens slightly. He shakes his head. “No. I’m just…” I wait as he runs a hand through his hair. “I wanted to be the one to give you your first orgasm, not my sled.”
My lips part. He’s jealous over his fucking motorcycle? This man.
“Now. Now. A little healthy competition is a good thing, right?” I tease.
His intense glare tells me this isn’t the time to be making jokes.
When the elevator stops at the apartment, the doors open, and we both stand there and stare at each other. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
Neither of us moves.
The doors close again.
Rock hits the open button and the doors fly open. “Out,” he orders.
I do as he asks, unsure what has prompted this mood.
He’s dark. The energy rolling off him feels different, and I can’t work out if it’s good or bad.
I can’t help it when I ask, “Rock, what’s wrong?”
He ushers me inside, and then locks the door that leads out into the expansive foyer.
When he turns around, he stalks toward me.
I take a step back. “Are you mad that I got off?”
He shakes his head subtly. “No. I’m mad at myself that I can’t control this thing between us.”
I swallow hard. “It’s alright, Rock. We can…like I said…uh, fuck… Friends with benefits?” It sounds lame, and I bite down on my lip.
