Page 45 of Fast & Reckless
His kiss turned hungry, his teeth dragging along her sensitive bottom lip. His hands were on her hips, then sliding up to her waist, just under the hem of her shirt again, hot against her bare skin. It was all too much … too much heat and need and wanting. She felt like nothing but exposed nerves, and every place he touched her flared to life. All she could do was hang on to him, arms wrapped around his hard shoulders to steady herself.
“You are just …” he muttered as his lips left hers for an instant. But she didn’t get to hear what she was as he turned his head and kissed her again, from a different angle, licking at her lips, at her tongue.
His hand was on her rib cage, his palm like a brand on her skin. Then he was cradling her breast and she arched up under him. It was so good, but not enough. She wanted more. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and when his thumb scraped across one over the thin lace of her bra, it made her feel near to exploding. A persistent ache pulsed between her thighs. His hard body pressed to hers wasn’t enough to ease it. Only one thing would.
He shifted his weight, sliding one of his thighs between hers, and suddenly he was pressed right against where she needed him most. She gasped as he broke from her mouth, kissing across her cheek and down the side of her neck. She gasped again, her breathing ragged as his thumb eased down the edge of her bra and slid across her bare nipple.
God yes, that’s what she wanted. His hands on her body. Everywhere.
“Oh …” she sighed into the warm night air. His thigh pressed into her and she shuddered.
“Mira …” he moaned into her shoulder.
Somewhere far away, something buzzed. It stopped then started again. At first it seemed like one thread of the distant city noises, but gradually it pierced her awareness. Not the city. Her phone, somewhere from the muffled depths of her bag.
Will’s fingers dove into her hair, holding her face close to his. “Ignore it.” He kissed her again and she almost—almost—gave in, but now that her phone had reminded her of the real world, it came crashing back in like a tidal wave. Work. Will. This thing they weren’t supposed to be doing.
“I can’t.” She leaned back, untangling herself from him.
She reached for her bag, but his hand closed over hers. “Mira …”
She pulled her hand from under his. “This is too complicated. I can’t do this with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t do this to him. Not again.”
“Do this to who?”
“My dad!” she shouted. “Okay? I can’t do this to my dad again.”
Will blinked in confusion. “What does he have to do with anything?”
“Everything.”
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, I know it’s tricky, you working for your dad and me a driver for the team, but—”
She shook her head forcefully, the last of the day’s magic vanishing. “No, it’s not tricky. It’s impossible. This is impossible.”
“Mira, we’re both adults here. So your dad might disapprove? Fuck that.”
“You don’t understand.”
“So explain it to me!” His shout sounded loud in the quiet of the park.
She said nothing, because she couldn’t explain it, not without telling him everything.
“I’m getting a car back,” she murmured, swiping to unlock her phone. It lit up with missed messages and calls. Her stomach plunged. Harry, Omar, Ian, Violet, Dad … “Fuck.”
“What?”
“Something’s happened at the track and I wasn’t there because I was here, with you, the one place I am not supposed to be.”
She turned to run, but he caught her by the arm.
“Mira, stop. I’m sure it’s fine—”
She jerked her arm free. “It’s not fine! This is what happens when …” She stopped and swallowed hard. “I don’t think we should hang out anymore.”
