Page 51 of Red Flag
“Well, it was—”
But he shut me up by pressing a finger to my mouth. He’d taken off his gloves.
My whole body tensed. An electric current from his touch ran through my nerves.
“I told you that I don’t care,” he said, his voice thickening with frustration. “I care about the racing, the bikes, the people. I don’t care about me. I don’t care what people think about me,” he corrected.
But I saw through it. Just as I had said, he didn’t even like himself.
He was standing over me, all six foot two of him, and I refused to cower, refused to acknowledge the pity I had for him at that moment.
His anger bore into me through his fiery eyes. Sharp breaths through his nose assaulted my face, making the fly-away hairs of my ponytail flutter.
Something else may have been fluttering, too.
And then—
Then he looked down at my mouth again and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, letting me see a tiny slither of tongue.
It lasted a second. Not even.
Theneed.
“Were you— were you going to kiss me?” I spluttered. There was no doubt in my mind.
“Do you want me to?” he asked. My whole vision was him and I couldn’t miss him glance down at my mouth again.
“Yes,” I said and felt my eyes widen at the honesty that escaped me. “Do you?”
He leaned forward, but there was nowhere left for me to go. He placed his forearm above my head. His voice lowered as he said in my ear, “I want to fuck you. Here. On my bike, against this pillar, in my trailer. The sauna. The hotel room from the other month.Cris’ sofa. The shower. The fucking changing room. I want tofuckyou.”
The way he said it told me it would be brutal, savage and rough. Just like him.
I needed it. Picturing all of those places, the body I’d seen earlier this week on his story, in the sauna, pressing against me, into me.
I swallowed and he smiled as he ran the tip of his finger so gently along my jaw.
Skimming my neck with his nose, he said, “Every time you’ve pissed me off, all I’ve wanted to do is take you.And you piss me off a lot.”
“I’ll have to piss you off more,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice from shaking. The pillar behind me pressed into my back as he pressed into my front.
He chuckled and the throaty noise ran through me right between my legs. My heart rate picked up. My breath was shallow as the place between my thighs started to pulse.
The leathers were soft under my shaking hands as I pressed them against his chest.
“Don’t,” he begged on a desperate exhale, shaking his head. “I struggle to keep my cock from getting hard around you as it is. When youtouchme… well, fuck.”
I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth as I dragged my finger up the zip to his neck, playing with the pull. “And when you touchme?”
When I glanced up, he was all I could see. Those dark blue eyes staring down at me, his jaw tight. It was his words that kept me staring. “And when I touch you… I’m throbbing. Desperate.”
“Sounds painful,” I said on a breath. “I don’t want you in pain.”
“It’s excruciating,” he murmured against my temple. “It’s too bad I’m in arelationship. I can’t get caught with anyone other thanClaaaara.”
“It’s not real,” I reminded him quickly.
“No, it’s not,” he said, leaning further down and taking my breath. “But my publicist would kill me if I got caught.”
