First Date Part 1 How to Survive Your First Motorcycle Ride （Spoiler Alert I Barely Did） #2
“How you watch me when you think I don’t see. The way you’re looking at me right now, like you want me to kiss you but you’re too nervous to say what you want.”
My breath caught. “I’m not nervous.”
“No?” His thumb brushed my lower lip while his other hand reached for my wrist. “Your pulse says otherwise.”
He was right. My heart was racing, thundering against my ribs.
“Jake...” His name came out only just louder than a whisper and went nowhere because everything inside me was bewildered.
“Tell me something about you.” He continued tracing circles over my wrist while he waited for me to speak. When I didn’t say anything, because circles (!!!), he said, “You got family here in Brisbane?”
“Just Megan, my best friend. She’s basically family. My parents are in Sydney, and my brother’s living his best life in London, working for some fancy tech firm.”
“Must get lonely sometimes.” He let go of my wrist and curved his hand around my waist in a way that made thinking difficult.
“It did at first.” I fought to keep my voice steady despite his touch. “But work keeps me busy.”
“What made you choose coding?”
The genuine interest in his voice pulled me in even more.
Emotionally and physically. My hand found his abs, fingers curling in his shirt.
“I was twelve when I first discovered I could make computers do whatever I wanted. It was like magic. While other kids were playing games, I was figuring out how to make them. It felt like having a superpower.”
“Still does, by the look on your face.”
I smiled. “It’s still magic for me. Though Johnson tests that at times.”
Jake’s gaze darkened. “I just need the word, darlin’.”
“I think you’re actually being serious.”
“That bother you?”
I frowned. “That you’d ‘talk’ to my co-worker?”
“No, what I am.”
“No.” The answer came instantly, surprising me with its certainty. “Should it?”
Instead of answering, he pulled me closer, his hand sliding around to my lower back while the other came to my jaw. Time suspended as his lips hovered near mine. The anticipation was exquisite torture, every molecule between us charged with electricity.
My pulse forgot how to behave. I couldn’t breathe right. I couldn’t think .
He hadn’t even kissed me yet, and already I felt ruined.
I could feel the warmth of him, close enough to taste, but our bodies still not touching. His thumb brushed my cheek, light, slow, maddening.
I swayed closer without meaning to. His grip on my lower back tightened just enough to keep me there.
My heart was a thunderstorm. Loud. Wild. Entirely his fault.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. Just stared at my mouth like it was something he’d been starving for but holding himself back from.
And then, finally, he rasped, “Fuck, Eden,” and his lips were on mine in the kind of kiss that told me he was done with taking this slow.
His hand fisted in my hair.
His body crowded mine against the railing.
His mouth demanded I give him everything.
I’d never been kissed like this.
Wanted like this.
Jake wasn’t being first-date polite. He wasn’t holding back. He was pressing every part of himself into me like he couldn’t stand the space between us.
He was burning for me. With me.
And I was kissing him back like I might never be allowed to do it again.
A noise escaped me. A desperate moan. Involuntary and mortifying.
Jake groaned. Groaned . As if he liked the sound.
And then he ground himself against me, taking his time with it. Like he wanted me to feel exactly how hard he was for me.
“That noise?” he said against my lips, his voice thick with want. “Make it again.” His hand tightened in my hair, and god yes please do that again and never stop and what did he just say?
Make it again?
How?
What?
My brain wasn’t braining. My thoughts were just static and thirst. And now he wanted me to figure out how to make that sound again?
“I don’t even know where it came from,” I breathed as my hands desperately reached for his neck so I could pull his mouth back to mine. “If I try to do it on purpose, I’ll sound like a malfunctioning sex robot.”
“Fuck,” he growled. “Where did you come from?”
Without waiting for a reply (which, good, because brain not braining), his mouth was claiming mine again and his hand was making friends with my ass. He gripped me tightly, and if I never experienced a man’s hand on my ass again, it wouldn’t matter because I would just replay this for life.
The way Jake gripped was like he wanted to leave memories.
Permanent ones. There was no possible way to misunderstand his intentions or his desire.
And when he squeezed my ass and pulled me to him so that I was forced harder against his body, I realised I was probably going to die on this mountain tonight.
Of horniness.
Not from actual sex. But from the sheer devastation of fully-clothed biker dick grinding against me like it had no plans to get inside me.
I could see the headline. “Local woman perishes due to aggressive denim-based friction. Doctors say it was instant.”
And the worst part?
I wanted it.
I was actively contributing to my own death. Rocking into him like I could summon penetration with pure pelvic enthusiasm.
If this was a test of character, I was failing.
Gladly. Repeatedly. With extra credit.
Jake kissed me with his whole body, like his hips had joined the mission to DDoS my nervous system. That’s a full-body cyberattack, by the way. Unethical. Illegal. Deeply appreciated.
Every grind was a system crash. If I rebooted, it’d be in safe mode, with basic functions only. Like breathing. And begging.
He tugged my hair just enough to tilt my head how he wanted it, and the guttural, filthy sound he made when I moaned again rewrote my operating system in real time. Every setting was suddenly set to: yes .
He tore his mouth from mine. “ Fuck . That’s the sound.”
“That wasn’t me. That was hacked me,” I said as the hunger in his eyes and the way he was looking at me like I was everything sparked a whole new round of intense pleasure I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
“I’m not even in control of my body right now.
You are. If I try to make that sound again, I’ll sound like Siri moaning through bad Wi-Fi. ”
He didn’t laugh, but even in my lust-filled haze, I could tell he was amused. But only for a second. “You’re fucking killing me,” he said, and then his mouth was back on mine.
It was another hungry kiss, his tongue sliding over mine, as demanding as it was desperate. His hands were everywhere. Tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, sliding beneath the hem of my top to find bare skin. His body was all heat and hard muscle, searching for the friction we both needed.
Knowing that I affected him this intensely only made me want him more. Made me just as wild for him. Just as undone. Just as wrecked.
My hands shoved beneath his jacket like I couldn’t get to him fast enough. Like some desperate, greedy part of me had taken over and all it knew was more.
More heat.
More skin.
More him.
I spent all of a second with the solid wall of his chest before dragging my nails down his back. The shudder that went through him sent a pulse straight between my thighs, and when his grip in my hair tightened, it was all I could do not to beg.
Jake deepened the kiss again and pulled my hair, and it was those things along with the scrape of his stubble against my skin that caused me to make that sound again—the one I couldn’t control, the one that seemed to drive him absolutely wild.
He muttered a curse against my lips. “Christ. The sounds you make...”
“Not my fault,” I breathed. “You hacked me.”
“Yeah?” His mouth was still brushing mine. “You say that like you didn’t hand me the keys.”
And then he kissed me again. Once. Hard. Final.
And pulled away.
Hard reset.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, digging my fingers into the back of his neck. “You can’t just stop like that.”
Jake’s forehead dropped to mine, our bodies still firmly together. His dick was very much still part of the conversation. But his voice? It was all edged restraint.
“Sweetheart, if I don’t stop now, I’m not gonna want to stop at all.”
My body immediately rejected this suggestion.
“That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard.” I tried to pull his mouth back to me. “And I once considered letting Johnson redesign our security protocols, so that’s saying something.”
He chuckled darkly but maintained the small distance he’d created. “This wasn’t how I pictured our first kiss. I was gonna take it slow. Let you set the pace. Not dry-hump you against a public railing like a fucking teenager.”
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. “It didn’t feel teenager-y to me.”
“You think I don’t want to keep going?” he said, voice ragged.
“Fuck, I’ve been imagining this date ever since I first saw you.
I wanted to take you out. Talk to you. Kiss you slow.
” He stopped for a beat, and when he spoke again, his voice was gruffer.
“But you kissed me back like that , and now my brain is just porn and fire.”
“Well, it matches mine. So, we could just run with it.”
He exhaled hard and backed away by two steps. They felt like two miles.
“Not like this,” he said. “When I finally get you naked, darlin’, it’s not going to be rushed.
And it’s not going to be against a railing where half of Brisbane can drive up and watch us.
” His voice dropped to that deep rumble that was high on my ruin-me scale.
“I want to spend time with you, Eden. Get to know you.”
I went still like a shutdown command hit everything but my heart.exe, leaving it glitching wildly in the background.
Because that ? That wasn’t railing banter or filthy-promise dirty talk.
That was Jake showing his hand. That was Jake saying this means something to me.
And goodness if that didn’t override every last horny synapse in my body.
I still wanted him. Badly. Desperately. But I also wanted this version of him. The Jake who cared about me, wanted to get to know me, and wasn’t just here for the sex.
As I pushed through the lust haze, I realised he wasn’t trying to slow us down to kill the vibe. He was doing it because I mattered to him. Because the moment mattered.
My hormone-drenched brain hated it.
My heart? Kinda loved it.
I took the two steps to bring us back together and curled my fingers into his shirt as I said quietly, “I haven’t had a lot of guys choose to slow down with me. Usually, it’s just fast. They get what they want and move on.”
I swallowed, feeling suddenly shy, which was odd since there wasn’t one ounce of shyness when I was grinding all over him. But this made me feel exposed in a different way.
“I like that you slowed us down.” I curled my fingers tighter in his shirt. “Even if every part of me was screaming Climb him like a tree .”
His eyes crinkled with amusement as his hand slid along my jaw. “Good to know I’m not the only one affected here,” he murmured, and the way his gaze dropped to my mouth and lingered there told me he was still warring with himself over not letting me do that climbing.
His phone sounded with a message, cutting in on the moment.
Frustration flashed in his eyes. “Fuck.”
He let go of me and checked the message. The regret is his eyes when he looked back up was genuine. “I’m sorry, darlin’. This isn’t how I wanted tonight to end, but the club needs me.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. But I’m going to make it up to you.” He brushed his lips across mine once more, the gentle touch at odds with the tension I could feel thrumming through him. “I’ll take you home first.”
The ride back was different, charged with everything left unfinished. I pressed closer than necessary, my hands splayed across his abs, feeling the way his muscles tensed under them.
When we reached my door, he gripped my waist and said, “Tomorrow,” with the kind of certainty that left no room for argument. “No club business. Just you and me.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. He kissed me one last time, hard and deep, and then he was gone. And I was left wondering how one interrupted date could feel so much like the beginning of everything.
Current status : Trying to convince myself that one kiss (okay, several kisses) shouldn’t be able to rewrite everything I thought I knew about chemistry. Failing miserably. Also definitely not googling “how to tell if you’re falling for a biker after one date.”
P.S. To whoever invented leather jackets: thank you for your service to humanity.
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