Page 12 of Speed Trap

The woman drew me to her to the point I wanted to understand every aspect of her life—and why she chose to work for a dick like Benson.

“Yes. No. Yes, I will. Yes— no, it won’t work.” She sighed, pushing a hand through her curls. Her back was to me and I was treated with a fine view of that perfect rear again. Not that I was complaining. “Benson— yes. Fine. No, I said it was fine. Yes, that’s whatfinemeans. Thank you.” She hung up and smacked her phone against her thigh. “Asshole.”

“He is, isn’t he?” I mused.

She had Benson’s number down, but then I imagined that anyone who worked with the arrogant ass would come to that assessment at some point sooner rather than later.

Sunny squeaked and spun around as I crossed the lot to her, not stopping until we stood a hand’s breadth apart. Her pale curls flared out in a halo that only enhanced the blazing eyes narrowed in my direction. “Hawk! You scared the— Why are you stalking me?”

I huffed a laugh. “I heard your uh, conversation when I left the building and came to check you were okay. But if I’m not needed, then…” I lied through my teeth as I pushed my hands into my jean pockets and shrugged, rotating slowly on my heel, increasing the distance between us.

“No, wait. That was rude.” Her heels clicked on the pavement in a staccato beat as she closed the gap I created.

“It was,” I agreed, smothering a smile, though I didn’t turn back to her. “Make it up to me with a drink?”

“Aren’t you exhausted? Benson always?—”

I turned back to her and pressed my fingers over her perfect little pout that matched her cute butt with its sweet little curves in all the right places. “I don’t want to hear about what Benson does, Princess. I want to know if you’ll come for a drink with me.”

Sunny blinked at me behind my finger. Her lips parted as she started to talk around my hand, her tongue flicking my fingertip in a tentative caress that sent a shot of desire straight to my cock, headier than any alcohol could ever do.

“Hawk—” She started, and stopped. The ghost of her last breath still warm against my fingertip, her thick-lashed eyes flared wide as she backed away in a flurry of curls and heels.

I dropped my hand, resisting the temptation to press my fingers together and find out if the tips were moist.

What the fuck just happened?

Her eyes widened impossibly far as her fingers rose to her lips, touching the spot where mine had rested a moment before.

My cock strained against the denim encasing it, wishing she’d touch me the way she touched her mouth. Or to have those hot, wet pouty lips wrapped around me.

Fuck.

This was why I rarely screwed around during the season. One night stands suited a man who moved cities week to week.Fucking around with my direct competitor’s PR employee didn’t, but it looked like I was going to do it anyway. Fuck Benson and his damn rules. I knew what I wanted, even if she didn’t — at least, not just yet.

I let a slow smile creep across my face full of sin and the promise of what I could do to her. “I guess I’m going to bed then. Alone.” I held her gaze and dropped the smile, letting her see the raw desire that replaced the exhaustion fueling my veins.

A short, indrawn breath told me I’d hit the mark on that one.

“I— you—” Sunny started to stammer, and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. “Good night, Hawk.”

“Good night, Sunny.” I stilled as she skirted around me, her gaze flicking to where my hands were stuffed in my pockets as though wondering if I would grab her and pull her into me.

The idea had merit, and though I did want to feel that stunning body pressed to mine, torturing her like this was so much more fun.

Sunny made it around me unscathed, and as she stepped into the ambient light from the building she paused and looked back. Her mouth opened. I tracked the slight movement with interest, but she said nothing and with a skittish glance into my eyes, she darted away from the building and disappeared into the darkness.

Part of me wished I had walked her to her van, or wherever she stayed when she was on the road with Benson. The other half of me was glad I hadn’t. It made the chase far more interesting, and I fully intended to enjoy pursuing Sunny Cooper.

Either way I needed a cold shower. I adjusted myself, giving my still straining cock a hard squeeze, and headed back to my bus where half the boys had already passed out. Ryan and a few of the mechanics played poker at the small table. My crew chief rolled his eyes in my direction.

I gave him a quick grin that only elicited the same response again and headed into the bathroom, setting the water to the iciest setting. In order to clear my mind of Sunny and do what York wanted I’d need pain from the cold needles spiking into my skin. Wash every thought of her in those damn pants.

At least until I decided it was time to reel her in and play.

A ruined sound left my throat as I palmed my cock and shattered every personal rule I ever made all because of a woman on my enemy’s team. She’d be mine soon enough.

And I wasn’t a patient man.

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