He let out a single chuckle while I forced myself to pull back and sit down on the small, cushioned part of the bike.

I did not add that I was named after the wicked and ugly stepsister from Cinderella. I knew it would only lead to more taunting on his part.

I was also starting to warm to the nickname Medusa, and I did not want him to stop calling me it.

"You are going to have to hold on tighter than that." The deep guttural voice mentioned, "We do not want you falling."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, moulding our bodies together. My hands felt on fire as I clutched onto him. My inner thighs pressed against his legs and my chest leaned on his back.

Every cell in my body that was touching him was set alight and I almost let out a gasp at the electric feeling that pulsed through my body.

The muscular body I had wrapped my arms around was moving. The hard muscular chest was moving up and down and the deep noise lodged in his throat made its way out of him.

I had to stretch my arms painfully to remain clutched around him. I did not manage to fully wrap my arms around his large body, so I had to press my chest harder against his back.

Stone let out another low guttural noise at the contact.

The wind blew through my hair as he hit the pedal and headed down the street.

His speed was fast, but I felt like he was holding back. I felt like he was going slower than he usually would and I felt like it had something to do with me.

I clutched him tighter as a sign for him to go faster. I heard his chuckle over the rev of the engine before he sped up.

He parked outside a drug store and waited for me as I ran quickly inside and grabbed a hair dye.

I was surprised that he waited for me instead of leaving me stranded.

Even after half an hour on the bike, the excitement never faded away. I never wanted the ride to end.

He did not speak as he drove. The only thing I heard from him was a rough grumbling noise lodged deep in his chest when we turned a corner and I held on tighter to him.

My apartment block came into sight when he turned the bike into a free space up against the sidewalk of my street.

Stone removed himself effortlessly off the bike before he offered his hand to me.

I took his hand while his free arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me off the leather seat.

After he gently set me down on the ground, he opened the storage part of the bike and took out the dye that I got at the drug store.