Page 39 of The Last Call
I see her mouth move more than I hear her breathless ‘no.’ Which is fine. I’m understood and that’s all I need. I also understand what she needs when she strains upward. Her body raising slightly toward me. Seeking my touch to match my words. That I’m more than willing to give her.
Awkward with her jammed between the steering wheel and my chest, I cup my hands behind her delicate head. Bearing all of the weight in my palms as I lift her up and breach her parted lips. Soft and sweet and supple. Just like I knew she would be.
Never kissing a woman this gently before, I don’t even know how I’m holding back. Doing every damn thing I can think of to restrain myself from fucking ravishing her. But when her hand finds my hair, tugging the short strands, attempting to keep me right where she wants me, I about fucking lose it. Delving deeper to own her and her luscious mouth completely. Savoring the taste of her essence on my tongue. Relishing the moan bubbling in her willowy throat. Matching the growl vibrating in my chest from her at my mercy. From her welcoming my affection. From her enjoying me claiming her.
Until I feel her tense. Damn. I reluctantly force myself to pull back but fuck me if she’s not smiling when I meet her hazy gaze. Drunk with lust. Sated with pleasure. Glowing with delight. Hesitant fingers brush my lips. Tracing the skin and stoking the fire I can feel all the way to my throbbing balls. I kiss her fingertip. “You’re gorgeous lion.”
The grin brightens from my compliment. “You’re not too bad yourself saint. Hopefully you drive as well as you kiss.”
Fucking magnificent. “I do.”
She’s still laughing at my cockiness as I begrudgingly boost her up and shift her back to her own seat. Refraining from making a sarcastic comment as she exaggerates her movements yanking her seatbelt slowly across her perfect body and clicking the metal clip into the buckle. A show for my benefit but really all for hers. Can’t have fun if my woman isn’t protected despite all her efforts to thwart me controlling her.
Well maybe I won’t keep my irritation to myself. “You’re lucky I don’t shove a helmet on that beautiful, damn stubborn head of yours. Which I’m about this close to doing if you don’t fucking check the attitude.”
Another giggle. Uncertain if she thinks I’m kidding. Or just doesn’t fear my threats. Both options are shitty annoying.
“Come on! Hurry up! Let’s go!”
As always her spirit drags me out of my surly disposition. Now I’m the one chuckling as she wiggles in her seat. Genuinely excited and free of the distrust usually holding her back from enjoying herself. “Okay, okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Warn me about wh–”
Until you experience zero to over two hundred in less than ten seconds you have no idea the impact to your body. Pinning you back against the seat. Stealing your breath, your words, your vision until your brain adjusts to the force. Which hers does beautifully. Following the exquisite lines of the car as we bank to the right after the straightaway curves around the swaying willows populating my property. She doesn’t say a word. Just smiles in awe as we blow past pines and firs in an evergreen blur. I’m just as taken. Not with the stupid car. But with her. My lion. My almost painfully exquisite lion who has become my damn world in less than a fucking week. Using the excuse of her needing me to keep me here days longer than I intended. When it was really me, fucking needing her, that kept my ass from returning home.
I fucking love watching her. Stealing glances at her for as long as I can without fucking killing us. Relishing her huge eyes. Sexy pink tinge of her ivory skin. Tiny fingers clutching the seat. Until her graceful hand curls around my forearm. Wanting to share the experience together as her gaze shifts to me. Full of joyful appreciation. For the experience. For me giving it to her. For us being together.
I’m beyond fucked.
My grip tightens on the wheel. I need to get just as tight of a grip on my fucking sanity. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman more than I want her. Fuck it. It’s not “think” at all. I damn wellknowI haven’t. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
Reverence pulses in her voice to the same furious beat of my pulse. Both of us consumed with pleasure. And we’re not even fucking naked. I can’t help but laugh. Another first that I know to be true—I’m actually having fun.
We’re just about to hit another straightaway so I need to show her what the car can really do. “Hold on Syd.”
Punching the accelerator, we top out at three hundred and two for about three fourths of a mile until I slow us back under two hundred for the approaching curve. Loving her squeal as we skid on the left to shoot around the arc. Literally on our sides, asses off the seats, held in place only by our restraints.
Way too damn fast after I swore I wouldn’t. But fuck if I could keep my word. Not with her exhilaration too damn intoxicating to resist taking her higher.
I get my own ass in check for five more laps. Keeping us well below two hundred the rest of the time. She doesn’t seem to mind. The humongous grin on her radiant face and tight grasp on my arm never waver. Just like my contentment.
As much as I hate putting an end to her fun, I think she’s had enough for the first time and pull into the first bay. Almost all of the others filled with the returned cars. Now that I have Syd I’ll have to save a couple of spots for her. Damn certain she can beat several of the pussies who try to compete against me. So she’ll need her own baby to race.
This time she remembers to let me take care of her. Waiting for me to come around and open her door. An elated shriek greets me as I take her small hand and draw her out of the car and up to me. But she wants a whole hell of a lot more than my assistance. Slender arms shoot around my neck as she engulfs me. Fucking easy to slide my hands across her back to return the embrace.
“Oh my god that was so fun. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I should put her down. But fuck that shit. In the battle of what is right versus what feels right, I always do what my instinct tells me, and I’m never wrong. I raise her all the way up and wrap her legs around my waist. Feeling her heart pound against my chest. Smelling her flowery perfume. Enjoying her relaxed body melting into mine.
Only for a few glorious seconds until she lifts up. Uncertainty shrinking her shoulders. I cup her face. Reassuring her that allowing the walls she’s built around herself to crumble won’t ever cause her any misery. “I had a blast too.”
So fucking stunning with her wild tangled hair and glowing expression. The real Sydney sits before me. Not the polished perfect persona she normally presents to the world. But the young woman with the free spirit and gentle heart who seems to have been hiding behind the façade. “I love that smile, lion.”
She squirms as if trying to slide down. Hell no. I push us up against the door frame. Protecting her back with my forearms but jostling her enough that her gorgeous round tits bounce under her tee shirt. Smashing her pert nipples into my ribcage when I crook my head closer to find her ear. Relishing her shiver when I skim my lips across her skin. “Worth taking off your dress earlier?”
