Urge

As the motorcycle's engine roared to life, Abby clung to Remo, her heart pounding in her chest. The vibrations from the bike reverberated through her, and she couldn't deny the thrill of the experience.

She held onto Remo as tightly as she dared, her arms wrapped around his waist.

It was impossible to ignore the proximity of their bodies, and her cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness.

She tightened her grip around his waist, her fingers inadvertently digging into the fabric of his jacket.

As they leaned into a curve, she followed Remo's lead, her body pressing against his.

The sensation of being so close to him was electrifying, and she couldn't help but steal glances at the strong contours of his jawline and the way his muscles moved beneath his clothing.

Every time they leaned into a bend, her stomach leapt up into her throat and she gripped onto his waist even tighter. He felt wonderful, warm and strong and unyielding.

She could smell the clean scent of his cotton T-shirt and the subtle hint of soap and his cologne.

The hard, sculpted muscles of his butt rubbed against her center every time he moved his foot on the gears. She liked the sensation, whatever it was.

Remo, sensing her nervousness, shouted over the wind, "Relax, Abby! It's all about balance and trust. You're doing great!"

She nodded, trying to focus on the road ahead and not the magnetic pull of the man in front of her.

The wind whipped through her hair, and she couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh.

Despite her earlier apprehension, there was something undeniably thrilling about this experience.

As they leaned into a curve again, Abby followed Remo's lead, shifting her weight with him.

The sensation of their bodies moving in unison was oddly intimate, and she couldn't deny the growing warmth in her cheeks.

Remo's voice came through the helmet's, breaking her reverie. "Enjoying yourself yet, freckles?"

She couldn't help but smile, even though he couldn't see it. "Yeah, I guess I am."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. "Told you so. Just relax and enjoy the ride."

Well she was enjoying the ride. It was fun.

Twenty minutes later they were on a road with no cars, no houses, absolutely nothing but the open road and the vast, untouched landscape.

Abby looked at the serene surroundings.

It was nice and serene out here.There were yellow wildflowers littering the land, and the breeze was perfectly warm.

But why did he bring her here?

She finally couldn't contain her curiosity any longer and shouted over the wind,

"Remo, where are we going?"

The serene surroundings, with their untouched beauty, only added to the mystery.

Remo's voice crackled over the intercom, his tone filled with a teasing allure, "You'll see soon enough, Abby. Just a little further."

She couldn't help but bite her lower lip in anticipation, her fingers still tightly gripping his waist. The wildflowers painted the landscape with bursts of vibrant color, and the warm breeze tousled her hair, creating a feeling of freedom and exhilaration.

They continued to wind their way through the scenic route, the motorcycle's engine humming with power beneath them.

The road ahead seemed endless, and the world faded away, leaving only the two of them and the promise of an unforgettable destination.

Finally, Remo steered the motorcycle onto a narrow, hidden trail that led into a dense forest.

The towering trees created a canopy of green overhead, and dappled moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting playful patterns on the ground.

It was a place of enchantment, a hidden realm far from the worries of the everyday. Abby's curiosity peaked as they followed the winding path deeper into the woods.

The forest seemed to go on forever, a secret sanctuary known only to a few.

After what felt like an eternity, the trail opened up to reveal a breathtaking clearing.

In the center of this secluded paradise was a crystal-clear, pristine lake surrounded by lush grass and soft sand.

The water sparkled like a sapphire gem, and the moonlight danced on its surface.

Remo brought the motorcycle to a stop, the engine falling silent.

Abby carefully peeled herself away from Remo, their bodies reluctantly parting. She leaned back, taking a moment to savor the rush of the ride they had just experienced.

With a wide, infectious grin, Remo removed his helmet, turning to face her. "What did you think?"

"It's fantastic!" Her voice, still muffled by the helmet, couldn't hide the giddy pleasure in her tone.

"You liked it, huh?" Remo's eyes twinkled with delight.

Abby nodded enthusiastically, her own grin mirroring his. As she fumbled with the helmet strap, her fingers trembling from the excitement, he gently brushed her hands aside and skillfully removed it for her. "I'm glad that you did, freckles."

The sensation of her body pressed against his had left Remo's senses electrified, but he couldn't help but smile at the sheer joy on Abby's face. He noticed a small mark on her forehead and tenderly rubbed it away with his thumb. "Looks like you could use a better helmet, though."

Abby waved off his concern with an exhilarated laugh. "Don't worry about that. It felt wonderful. Everything felt wonderful. It was so exciting. I love the thrill."

Remo's lips curled up at the unadulterated joy and enthusiasm on her face. With her hazel eyes sparkling, her red hair tousled in wild disarray, and the rosy glow of pleasure on her cheeks, she looked absolutely stunning.

He was overcome by a powerful urge to kiss her, a longing that tugged at his very core. Stunned by the sudden intensity of his desire, Remo turned back to the motorcycle and focused on attaching the helmet to the handlebars.

"You better climb down first," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of longing and restraint, unable to trust himself in the magnetic presence of the woman who was driving him crazy.