Conner was leaning nonchalantly against his black motorcycle, the leather of his jacket shining in the dim light of the evening as he slid his thumb across the screen of his phone, seemingly distracted, though his senses were alert to every detail around him. He had come to pick you up after work, so he waited patiently.

When he finally saw you appear, a slight smile curved his lips, he put the phone back in his jacket pocket and straightened up easily, approaching you. Without saying a word, he placed his hand naturally on your hip, pulling you towards him. His kiss was brief, a warm brush on your lips.

He climbed onto his motorcycle just as easily, when you mentioned that you had never ridden on one before, his reaction was immediate. He raised an eyebrow, his smile widening with a mischievous tinge.

“Really?” His voice, deep and relaxed, had that carefree tone that made him sound even more charming. Come, sit in front of me.

It was an invitation impossible to refuse. He helped you settle onto the bike, his firm hands guiding you effortlessly. Now you were there, sitting in front of him, your hands curiously exploring the cold hand grips of the bike, feeling the metal beneath your fingers.

Conner leaned toward you, his warm breath brushing your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Did you know you can do more than just ride a motorcycle?” he whispered, his voice a little lower, laden with insinuation that made your pulse quicken.

Before you could respond, one of his hands, large and warm, slid beneath your shirt. His fingers brushed the skin of your chest in a slow, exploratory caress that made you hold your breath. The other hand slowly moved down your thigh to the inside, where the contact was more intense, more intimate.

"It's late, no one will see us here at this time..." his words were like a tempting whisper, it was a parking lot, a public place, although the night was beginning to claim its territory.