The next morning, I meet Hulk outside at exactly seven in the morning.  As I approach, I take in his long legs and wide chest, my heart skipping a beat when his eyes swing to mine.  “Mornin’, Sunshine,” he drawls.

“Good morning.”  I look around, noting the only motorcycles in the lot are mine and his.  “Where are the others?”

He smirks.  “They went on ahead.  It’s just you and me today.”  I blink up at him, not sure what to say.  Hulk smirks and walks towards me, his hand coming up and tucking a stray blonde curl behind my ear.  “That okay with you, Princess?”

Swallowing, all I can do is nod.  Maybe I’m out of my league here.  I mean, Scott is the only man I have ever really been around, and he’s an accountant.  That’s a far cry from this man standing before me, complete with long beard and tattooed arms.  Hulk lowers his hand, and I have to stop myself from moving into him, wanting to get that touch back.

I watch, my mouth dry as he steps away and puts on his helmet, swinging his leg over his ride.  With a wink in my direction, he starts it up and watches as I collect myself and do the same.  Before I know it, we are side by side, roaring down the highway.  We still have a long way to go, and my heart pounds wildly when I remember that we still have one more night before we arrive at our destination.  One night at a hotel, with a sexy man that sets me on fire with a simple look.

The morning flies by as we drive along, Hulk pointing at different things he wants me to see.  When we stop for lunch, we make it quick, anxious to get back on the road.  I can’t help but notice little things about him as we drive.  The way he always maneuvers our bikes to put himself between me and oncoming traffic, and the way he grins over at me when I point excitedly at something I see along the way.  Companionship with Hulk somehow comes naturally, and that is something that I am just not used to.

Finally, after twelve long hours on the road, we pull into our final stop, exhausted and covered in road grime.  We end up with rooms side by side, and agree to meet just outside our doors in thirty minutes.

In the shower, I think about the strangeness of it all.  Just a few days ago, I was a miserable housewife and here I am now, travelling across the country on my very own motorcycle with a sexy stranger who wants to take me out for dinner, yet again.  I know I should feel guilty for how excited that makes me, but I don’t.  I feel nothing but excitement, and a whole lot of lust.

Once again, Hulk is waiting for me when I step outside.  Heat floods my cheeks as his gaze sweeps me from head to toe, his lips pressed together in appreciation.  “Fuck, woman, you are gorgeous.”

I don’t know what to say to that.  Nobody has ever said anything like that to me in my life, and nobody has ever looked at me the way Hulk is looking at me right now.  I know that my cheeks are a flaming shade of red because they feel like they are on fire.

Instead of responding, I grab his arm and pull him towards the restaurant at the front of the motel.  “Come on, big guy.  Let’s get you fed.”

I hear him chuckle, but he comes along willingly, and we quickly find ourselves a booth.  Conversation flows between us naturally while we eat, and before I know it, we’ve finished, and Hulk is paying the bill.  Butterflies take flight inside my belly because I know that it’s still too early to turn in, and I’m not really sure what his intentions are.  What I do know is that riding with him today, and talking with him tonight has done nothing to quiet down the heat I feel when I look at him, and I can see by the look in his eyes that he just might feel the same way about me.

Walking back to our rooms, my mind fights a war with itself, trying to decide if I should invite him in for a bit or not.  I left my husband barely three days ago.  What business do I have, getting involved with another man?

We reach the doors of our adjoining rooms and turn to face each other.  Maybe it’s best if I don’t do this.  I open my mouth to wish him a good night, when his lips crash onto mine.  My body locks solid in shock as the warmth of his mouth coaxes mine to move with his.

Hulk’s kiss pours passion into my very soul, sweeping me into a breathless frenzy.  No man has ever kissed me like this—like he needs it to survive.  Suddenly, I feel beautiful, valuable, and fragile, all at the same time.  Before I can give it another thought, my fingers come up and spear themselves into his hair, holding his head in place while my tongue slips inside his mouth, the taste of him driving me wild.

Taking a step forward, his large body presses mine against the door to my room, his hand coming down to cup my ass.  The groan that comes rumbling up from his chest makes my knees go weak.  Ripping his lips from mine, he stares down at me, his eyes hooded and full of heat.

“Holly, I know you’re not fuckin’ ready for this, but I need you so goddamn bad right now.”

He’s wrong.  I am ready for this.  I need this.  I need to know what it feels like to be wanted like Hulk wants me.  I need to show him how he makes me feel.  I need to feel his skin against mine.  Locking my gaze on his, I press my body to his and whisper, “I need you too.”

I watch, fascinated, as his eyes flare and a slow grin takes over his face.  Without another word, he pulls his room key from his pocket and swipes the card through the lock.