Chapter 3: Rising Action
Mike's heart raced as he opened the door to the most expensive, sleekest piece of machinery that he or any man had ever had the pleasure to own. The sun's rays bounced off the car's surface like a million shimmering diamonds, and he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. The feeling of the cool leather on his fingertips as he traced them over the hood made him feel like a god. He knew the rebel-red vehicle was the perfect complement to his rugged good looks and the raw burning desire that lurked within his soul.
And it was just as wild as he was - quick, unafraid, always up for a challenge, and with the speed and a power that could leave most anyone breathless.
Just as Mike was getting comfortable in the driver's seat, he heard a soft tap on the passenger side window. Turning, he saw none other than the beautiful blonde Stephanie. Damn, she was stunning, her hair catching the wind and the sun like a golden halo framing her gorgeous face.
Those bright green eyes held a mischievous glint that woke something primal within Mike.
"Get in, Steph. I don't bite. Much," he smirked, opening the door for her. She didn't hesitate, nor did the sinful smile leave her face as she slid inside effortlessly, her dress hugging her slender figure perfectly.
The air in the car crackled with tension as their eyes met, an unspoken invitation passing between them. Mike's hand found the nape of her neck, bringing their lips tantalizingly close to one another.
"I've wanted to taste those lips since the moment I met you, Steph," he murmured, his warm breath ghosting against her mouth. Those deep blue eyes darkened with pure, unadulterated lust.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as their mouths finally collided - tasting, demanding, and consuming. He delved deeper, tangling their tongues together with a ferocity that stole her breath away.
Stephanie's fingers traced the hard muscles of his torso, eliciting low growls of approval from him.
His free hand slid down her arm, finding the zipper of her dress and slowly pulling it down, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her shoulder.
He trailed feather-light kisses down her neck, causing her to arch her back and whimper. Tugging the dress straps off her shoulders, it pooled around her waist, leaving her in nothing but lacy lingerie that barely contained her ample assets.
Mike couldn't resist anymore. He had to taste her.
The primal urge to explore her bare flesh with his lips and tongue fueled each movement. Mike nipped and licked at the sensitive skin of her breasts, making her body tremble as he slid the sheer fabric covering her nipples down just enough to release each taut peak.
"Oh, God," Steph gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she urged him closer. Her free hand dove into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently. This delicious mixture of pain and pleasure drove him wild, spurring him onward to push the boundaries of their shared moment.
Mike's hands began to explore the rest of Stephanie's nearly bare body. Sliding them under her thighs, he effortlessly hoisted her up, bringing her soft, wet core directly in contact with the growing bulge in his jeans.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back, urging him to grind against her, a silent plea that Mike readily answered with the full force of his desire.