Revved(84)

“Yes.”

The word is barely out before I’m moving, being pulled through the bar. Pushing through a door, he tugs me inside, and I find myself in a deserted stairwell.

Everything happens pretty quickly after that.

Carrick’s mouth crashes down onto mine as he pushes me up against the door. His hands are everywhere, like he can’t touch enough of me. And my hands are pretty much the same.

I’m just absolute desperation.

My body is craving the feel and taste of him, remembering how amazing it feels to have him inside me.

Then, my skirt is being pushed up over my hips, and my knickers are torn off with one snap of the elastic. Carrick plunges his finger deep inside me. A whimper of pleasure falls from my lips as my head falls back against the door.

I’m lost, drowning in sensation.

“Always so wet for me,” he growls.

Meeting his eyes, I grab his cock through his trousers. “Always so hard for me.”

He pushes himself into my hand. “From the moment I saw you.”

Desire rockets through me.

Leaning in, he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, his finger slowly moving in and out of me. “Tell me to fuck you, Andressa.”

I’m so desperate for him that my body is shaking, yearning to have him inside. I don’t care that I’m in the stairwell at the hotel. I don’t care that anyone could come in and catch us. I don’t care that I shouldn’t be doing this.

I don’t care about anything but having him inside me, making me feel only the way he can. Like no one ever has before.

I nip his lower lip with my teeth, loving the feel of his body’s response to it. “Fuck me, Carrick.”

His eyes flame wild with need. Slipping his finger out of me, he places it in his mouth and sucks me from it, making me feel dizzy with lust.

Holding my eyes, he gets a condom from his pocket. He unzips his trousers, shoving them down over his hips, just enough so that his cock springs free. He rips open the condom with his teeth and deftly rolls it on.

Not once does he look away from my eyes.

Then, his hands go under my thighs, lifting me. He spreads my legs and thrusts up inside me.

“Ah,” I moan, my eyes closing on the feel of him.

My head thuds back against the door as he starts to fuck me, each thrust becoming harder and more insistent than the next.

Moving his lips up my neck to my mouth, he desperately kisses me. “Fuck. I’ve missed this…you, so much,” he pants, his breath mixing with my own.

I’ve missed you, too.

“God, Carrick…I…”

My mind and body are spinning out of control, his pelvis and cock hitting all the right places.

“Come for me. I need to feel you tighten around my cock. Give this to me.”

His hand moves between us, and he rubs my clit with his fingers. Then, I’m blowing apart in his arms, coming hard and fast.

“Fuck…Andressa,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine, holding my stare.

I feel his cock start to jerk inside me, his body tensing. And I watch with fascination, bordering obsession, as the waves of desire wash through his beautiful eyes. The moment is so intense that I feel like I’m falling.

I’m falling.

And then I’m wishing I could stay here forever. Stay in this moment with him and never leave. Closet it…him…keep him.

I want him. Not just for one day. I want him for all the days.

Then, reality comes crashing down on me, hitting me with the force of a tsunami, and I realize what I’m doing.

Wishing for things I can’t have.

The crash back to earth leaves me feeling breathless, like my chest is cracking under the pressure.

Carrick presses a soft kiss to my lips, jolting my attention back to him.

“Stay with me.” His lips move in soft, tender kisses over my cheek toward my ear, his hand curling around the back of my neck. “I’ll get us a room.”

“Where? Next to the one you have with Sienna.” It’s a shitty thing to say, and I instantly regret it.

Pulling back, he gives me a harsh look, and it makes me feel even worse than I already do.

I can barely meet his eyes. “I can’t stay with you.” I can feel the fear growing in me like a monster, readying to come out of the closet.

I let myself be selfish with Carrick, taking what I wanted with no thought for him or the consequences. I shouldn’t have. It was wrong of me. I know I can’t have him, yet I had sex with him again.

I’m leading him on. I’m not the type of person who does this. I don’t get involved with someone who I can’t give myself to even if just for a short time.

And I can’t give Carrick any of my time. I’m not the right person for him.

I don’t want to hurt him—that’s the last thing I would ever want—but I don’t know what else to do.