Page 95 of Racing for Redemption
He presses his thumb against my clit again, circling with perfect pressure, and that’s all it takes. I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cry out his name. William followsmoments later, his body tensing above mine, a groan tearing from deep in his chest.
He collapses onto me, the warmth of his body a comforting pressure against mine as we both struggle to catch our breath, our chests heaving. His heart races against mine, our skin slick with sweat, our bodies still joined, his warmth enveloping me in a way that I feel safe, cared for, and even…loved.
After what seems like an eternity, he rolls to the side, keeping one arm wrapped around me. He doesn’t withdraw immediately, wincing slightly.
“Too sensitive,” he explains at my questioning look. “Give me a sec. It's been a while for me, so…”
When he finally pulls out, he deals with the condom quickly before turning back to me. He traces lazy patterns on my stomach, his expression soft and satisfied.
“Well,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice as he rests his hand on my face and starts softly caressing it. “Did we get it out of your system?”
I laugh, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet room. “I think we might have made it worse.”
“Worse?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“More intense,” I clarify. “Not a bad thing.”
His smile widens. “Definitely not a bad thing.”
He pulls me closer, and I let him, settling against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath my ear, his skin warm against mine. This wasn’t part of the plan—this cuddling,this intimacy beyond the physical act. Against my better judgment, I melt in his arms.
“I should shower,” I say eventually, though I make no move to get up. “And you should probably go back to your room.”
William tightens around me, and he lowers his voice. “Do I have to?”
“People will talk if they see you leaving my room in the morning.”
“Let them.”
I raise my head to look at him, surprised by the defiance in his tone. His expression is earnest, almost vulnerable.
“I want to stay, Violet,” he says softly. “Just for tonight.”
Something in his voice makes it impossible to refuse. “Okay.”
His smile is like sunshine breaking through clouds. I push myself up, wincing slightly at the pleasant ache between my legs.
“I really do need that shower, though. We worked up a sweat.”
William sits up as well, watching as I cross the room naked to retrieve the pajamas I’d laid out earlier for when I'd come to sleep. Alone. Formula 1 pajamas—an impulse buy that made me laugh in the store.
“Those are adorable,” William says, grinning. “I thought you were just going along with my joke of you having F1 pajamas.”
“Never joke about comfortable sleepwear,” I reply, heading toward the bathroom.
“Can I join you?” he calls after me. “Save water and all that?”
I look back at him, sprawled naked on my bed, looking like some tattooed deity I've just sinned with. My body responds instantly to the sight, but I rein it in.
“If you behave.”
He rolls off the bed and follows me, taking my hand. “No promises.”
The shower is spacious enough for two, the water hot and plentiful. William pulls me against him under the spray, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that’s surprisingly gentle given what we’ve just done.
He slides his hands over my wet skin, appreciative, but not demanding. When he pulls back, there’s something in his eyes—a tenderness that makes my chest tighten.
“I’m getting hard again,” he admits with a rueful smile. “But I’m a gentleman, so I’ll do as the lady suggested and behave.” He tilts his head, and I swear this is the most adorable thing he's done.
