Page 101 of Kiss & Collide
Leaning back over her, he put his hands on her knees and spread her thighs. Then he leaned down and pressed one quick, soft kiss right on her clit. She moaned, writhing against his restraining hands. “So pretty,” he murmured.
“Chase …” Her voice was raspy and strained, almost pleading.
“Almost, baby.”
He climbed up her body, fitting his hips between her thighs and sliding one arm under her shoulders to brace her body. He pressed himself into her hot wetness, just an inch and then pulled back out. Her legs wrapped tight around him, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs, urging him forward. This time he gave her what she wanted, whathewanted, and thrust in deep. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.
He’d intended to drag this out, but he wanted her too much, his body was too desperate for hers. Instead, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder and started to move. Her body seemed to instinctively respond in that way it had since their very first night together, an alchemy he’d never known with anyone else. She matched his pace, tightening around him as he brought them both closer to the edge.
His body started spiraling tighter in on itself just before the eventual explosive release. He lifted his head just enough to see her face, to look into her eyes.
Usually she did her best to look away at this moment, or to shut her eyes, anything to keep him out, to keep him from seeing her at her most vulnerable. This time she didn’t.
She looked back into his eyes, even as he felt her start to come undone. He brought a hand up to cup her cheek, to stroke his thumb across her cheekbone, and he brushed his lips briefly across hers as she gasped and cried out. Feeling her body shaking underneath him was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge, and pleasure rushed through him like a tidal wave.
He dropped his head into the hollow between her neck and shoulder, breathing in the soft, slightly spicy smell of her skin as he slowly came back to earth.
“I love you, Violet,” he said against her shoulder. Then he lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her expression was soft. “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready. But I am, and I want you to know that. Know that I love you.”
She ran a hand down the side of his face and smiled. The gentle gesture said everything he could tell she wasn’t quite ready to say out loud. Then she leaned up and kissed him, and if he hadn’t been sure before, he was once she kissed him. She could take all the time she needed to say it out loud. He could feel it here, in her kiss.
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As a rule, Chase wasn’t prone to superstition, but from the moment he woke up Sunday morning, he could feel something tingling through his bloodstream. Not quite anticipation, not really nerves. It had to be the weather that was putting him on edge. It was that weird changeable Florida weather, hot and humid, but with thunderstorms threatening at any moment.
The track had already been soaked down once this morning and spot thunderstorms were anticipated through the afternoon as well. The Formula Three race was currently underway and three cars had already crashed out because of the wet conditions.
He cast a glance up at the sky overhead, then turned his attention back to Emil, who was going over race strategy with him.
“… there might be a chance to jump ahead of Schlosser and Bang on the start. They’ve both been struggling to launch. So keep on top of that—”
“Emil, the track is soaking wet. I can make all the plans I want, but you and I both know it’s all going to go to shit the first time somebody’s tires lock up.”
Emil smiled and shrugged. “Then our only plan is ‘don’t crash.’”
“That’s always the plan.”
Rabia had been checking over a bunch of stats with Leon on the bank of monitors in the garage, but now she came over to join him and Emil. She looked up at the sky just outside the garage.
“I don’t like this. It feels weird.”
“It’s Florida,” Chase replied. “It’s always weird.”
Luckily, he’d spent a lot of time driving in the wet conditions.
Back in his karting days, when rain chased most of the kids off the track, he usually stayed out, because it was the only time he’d had the track to himself and could open it up and see what he was capable of. In the rain, he’d found out what kind of driver he really was. He wasn’t afraid of the rain.
“Not that you’re going to be able to pay attention to anything other than not dying today, but I tweaked the steering again. Conditions might make it hard to evaluate, but see if you notice a difference.”
“Will do, boss. You seen Violet?” He smiled when he said her name. Fuck, he had it so bad for her.
“She’s up in the VIP lounge with Carter Hammond.”
He glanced up at her in surprise. “Carter Hammond’s here?”
Carter Hammond wasn’t the least bit interested in racing. Or his son. If he was here, it was important.
“Ah … yeah.”
