Revved(95)

Um…like I’m going to say no.

Sliding a hand between us, I grab hold of his cock through his boxers, giving him a firm squeeze. “Fuck me now. I want you—hard.”

His eyes ignite like a match has just been struck behind them. He yanks off his T-shirt. Then, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down over his hips, letting them drop to the floor.

My eyes greedily go to his cock. I bite my lip in anticipation.

“Keep looking at me like that, and this’ll be over in seconds.”

Grinning, I lift my eyes to his face. “I don’t care how long we have. I just care that you’re inside me, preferably in the next three seconds.”

He whips my knickers off. Then, he’s back between my legs, his cock pressed up against my wetness.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” he growls, taking my mouth again.

The kiss starts out tender, but we’re both so desperate to have one another that it’s soon back to bruising.

My fingers are digging in his bum cheeks, trying to bring him impossibly closer. Carrick has one hand on my breast, the other making its way down south. His thumb presses on my clit as he pushes his finger inside me, and he pinches my nipple with his other hand.

A charge so strong fires through me that I think I might come right then.

“God! I need you inside me!” I cry out.

Features taut with need, he draws his finger out of me. Then, I see something flicker over his face that looks a lot like dawning. “Fuck!” he bites out.

“I’d quite like to.”

He looks at me, and I grin.

Touching a hand to my face, he says, “I haven’t got a condom in here. They’re in my wallet, which is in the house, on the kitchen counter.”

Oh.

He stares at me for a beat. “Do you…want me to go get it?”

I know what he’s asking. And what I do know is that I don’t want him to leave right now. Not even for a second. We could go to his house together and get a condom, but I don’t want to wait. I want him inside me now.

Maybe I’m being reckless, but I don’t care.

“Do you want to go get it?” I ask softly.

Something possessive enters his gaze. Holding my stare, he shakes his head. “I just want to be inside you.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say softly.

He slides a hand up into my hair. Pulling the tie out, he slips his fingers into my hair. “I’m clean, babe. I’ve been checked, and there’s been no one but you since the last time we had sex.”

I flush hot at the reminder of him taking me up against that door in the hotel stairwell.

“Me either. There’s been no one but you.”

Taking my hand, he presses it against his chest. “Babe, all that stuff in the past, the mistakes I made—”

“Don’t…” My eyes lower from his, my mind going to things I don’t want to think of.

He takes my face in his hands, forcing my eyes to his. “It was always you. From the moment I saw you, it was you, Andressa.”

“Take me,” I whisper. “Make me yours.”

Moving a hand from my face, he takes his cock in hand and rubs it against my entrance.

My body starts to beg for him, my hips undulating.

He slowly starts to push in, and I gasp from the hot bare feel of him and from the dark and possessive look in his eyes.

I watch, rapt, as his face tightens, his jaw clenching, while he pushes all the way inside me.

“Andressa…Jesus, you feel phenomenal.” His hips press against mine, and he takes my face in his hands again. “You’re mine, babe, and you’re always going to be.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He kisses me passionately, deeply.

I hook my legs around his hips, digging my fingernails into his tight behind, urging him to move, and he obliges.

Carrick fucks me there on his workbench, hard and desperate. Clinging to one another, devouring each other’s bodies, we take what we need.

And it’s not long before I’m coming, blowing apart.

“Fuck…” he groans before biting down hard on my shoulder. “Fuck, babe, I’m coming.”

I feel his cock start to jerk inside me as he comes, coating my insides with his release.

Wow. Hot sex in a garage with Carrick.

We definitely have to do that again—and soon.

His head is on my shoulder, his breathing heavy. I run my hands up his back and into his hair.

He lifts his head, and I see the flicker of unease in his eyes.

I know what he’s thinking. He’s worried that I’m going to leave again. It makes me hate myself for doing that to him those times before.

Gripping his strands, I bring his head to mine, and I kiss him hard, desperate. I pour everything I feel for him into it this kiss, holding on to him like my life depends on it. Because in a way, it does.