Panting, Melissa collapsed into his arms. A broad smile spread across her face, after she kissed him on the cheek.

“It just keeps getting better and better.” She whispered.

“Yeah.” Bruce gasped. “You were amazing.”

“You’re not complaining.” Melissa remarked. “I didn’t think you’d like what I did. You know, with the whole…” She faltered. “Masturbation thing.”

“Are you serious?” He laughed. “Did I look like I didn’t enjoy it? Hey, you’re one kinky girl, you know that?”

“Not really.” She disagreed. “You stopped just at the right time. It didn’t hurt. It really turned me on.”

“So…” Bruce said with a sigh. “By the pool, on the couch… What’s next? Sex on the balcony?”

Once more, the brunette burst out laughing. She even banged her hand against the back of the couch.

“Actually…” She chuckled, leaning back. “That’s a pretty good idea. Hey…”

“What?”

“Thanks for taking my advice.” Melissa said with a grin. “I don’t want you to risk your life for money.”

“I stopped doing that a while ago, darling.” Bruce stated. “I want different things now.”

“Like what?” She chirped.

“Like you.” He was quick to reply.

“I still wonder why the hell a good man like you would join a bunch of thugs.” Melissa sighed.

“I told you.” Bruce murmured.

“Yeah, that MC changed somewhere along the way. But now, how’s it any different than a street gang? I mean the only difference between them is that street gangs use cars.” Melissa sounded upset.

“Yeah, it’s sad.” He said with a nod. “They give motorcycle enthusiasts a bad name. It’s no longer about bikes or comradery. It’s all about money and power.”

“Now that you mention it, where is your bike? What did you do with it?” Melissa inquired.

“I didn’t feel like riding today. I have a lot on my plate.” Bruce groaned. “It doesn’t feel as good when you’re in a difficult position like I was. What about you?”

“Well, I love to ride.” She confessed. “But, I’m still a girl.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He sounded confused.

“It means that I wanted to put on some regular clothes for a change. I wanted to look good for you.” Melissa made her voice sound sweeter.

“You can ride in jeans and a t-shirt. You know that, right?” Bruce got sarcastic.

“Yeah, smartass, but it’s not the same.” She laughed. “It doesn’t feel…”

“Whole?” He finished her sentence.

“Right.” Melissa agreed. “It’s like something is missing.”

“Damn it.” Bruce hummed. “Can you tell me why I had to go across the country to meet a girl like you? We’ve known each other a few days and you feel so familiar...”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” She whispered, bending her head towards him. “I feel like I’ve known you for years.”

“And you’re not bored of me?” He teased her.

“Stop it.” Melissa said, playfully slapping him on the shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

Bruce spoke no more. He only put his hands on her face and pulled her closer. Feeling her lips on his mouth once more, he lost himself in the moment. Their kiss swept him off his feet, as she caressed his shoulders first and then both sides of his neck. The sensation of her skin in his palms made him warm inside. Melissa’s light touch sent sparks of electric currents through his body.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” She said, her voice a soft, husky whisper. Without much thought, Bruce tightened his grip on her back. Their kiss grew in intensity, as he rose, holding her tight in his big, strong arms. Melissa wrapped her legs around his waist, before he turned around. With a few steps, he passed by the couch and then turned left. He walked out of the door and found himself on the corridor. Having spotted a staircase to the left, Bruce headed towards it. Deep sighs were escaping Melissa, as he climbed the stairs that led to the first floor.

“Put me down, please.” She whispered in his mouth, as he reached the top landing. Bruce eased her down and opened his eyes, in eager anticipation of her next move. As soon as her feet touched the marble floor, she slowly turned around. There were five, white, wooden doors, two on each side of the corridor and one at the end of it, across from them. Melissa started towards that door, sensually swaying her hips.

“She just loves to tease me.” He thought to himself. Using her left hand, she opened the door and looked up at him, over her right shoulder. Melissa curled her index finger. He smiled to himself and began to walk towards her, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom though, he realized that she had a surprise for him. Melissa had dimmed the lights. She was standing in the upper left corner of the bedroom, next to a stereo. A rather familiar tune filled the air. Def Leppard’s ballad, “Love Bites”. Bruce closed the door, as she approached him.

“I really love this song.” She said in a sweet voice, stopping in front of him. “It’s a little sad, but it’s really powerful.

“Dance with me.” Bruce whispered, looking right into her eyes. But, what Melissa did next both surprised and moved him. She did not place her hand on his shoulder. Neither did she grasp his hand. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his back and put her head on his broad chest. Melissa was showing emotion, making his heart flutter. Bruce was living in a fantasy, a fantasy where he could be alone with her, without having to worry about anything or anyone. He sniffed her hair, before entwining his own arms around her back. Her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils, as the magic moment literally took his breath away…

If you've got love in your sights Watch out, love bites When you make love, do you look in your mirror? Who do you think of? Does he look like me? Do you tell lies? And say that it's forever? Do you think twice, or just touch and see? Ooh, babe Ooh, yeah When you're alone, do you let go? Are you wild and willing or is it just for show? Ooh, come on

I don't want to touch you too much baby 'Cause making love to you might drive me crazy I know you think that love is the way you make it So I don't want to be there when you decide to break it, no

It's bringing me to my knees (love lives, love dies) It's no surprise (Love begs, love pleads)

It's what I need When I'm with you are you somewhere else? Am I getting through or do you please yourself? When you wake up will you walk out? It can't be love if you throw it about Ooh babe, I don't want to touch you too much baby 'Cause making love to you might drive me crazy, oh

It's bringing me to my knees (love lives, love dies) It's no surprise (Love begs, love pleads) It's what I need

Oh yeah, I don't want to touch you too much baby 'Cause making love to you might drive me crazy I know you think that love is the way you make it So I don't want to be there when you decide to break it, no

It's bringing me to my knees (love lives, love dies) (Love bites, love bleeds) It's bringing me to my knees (love lives, love dies) It's no surprise (love begs, love pleads) It's what I need If you've got love in your sights Watch out, love bites Yes it does, it will be hell

Melissa slowly leaned back and opened her eyes, as the song faded out. Bruce’s knees started shaking, as she gave him a warm, loving look. They were glowing in the dim light, filling his heart with all the emotion that a man needs. He would not bother himself with the time that they had known each other anymore. Melissa did not have to open her mouth for him to understand what her eyes were telling him. The blissful smile that spread across her face forced him to speak.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. “No one’s ever looked at me like this before.”

“Me neither.” She spoke in a low, tender tone. “Let’s not talk.” Melissa went on, putting her head back on his chest. “Hold me. I feel so safe in your arms.”

Deciding to take her advice, Bruce kept his mouth shut. He agreed with her; words would ruin their special moment. He preferred to bury his face in her hair, as he caressed her back. Surrounded by thick silence, Melissa heard his beating heart. Bruce felt protective of her, savoring the sensation of her head on his chest.

“What a night. It started out so sad, but it’s turned out so good that I think I’m living in a dream. No one interrupted us this time. You feel so good in my arms, baby. I’m not letting you go. Why would I let go the of best thing that’s happened to me in years?