Revved (Axle Alley Vipers)(16)

“No,” she choked out.

“No?” She shook her head, then licked her lips. “What about this?” Gripping her tight ass, he lifted her off the floor. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, her arms around his shoulders. And fuck, it felt good.

Spinning around, he kicked the door shut and pressed her into it. His dick was hard as iron. There was no hiding it. So he didn’t, and let her feel him, rubbed against her where he knew she would be sweet, and so damn hot. She gasped and shook her head again. “N-no.”

“What about my mouth? You want that, Foxy?” His voice came out rough, every bit of lust coming through loud and clear.

Again she shook her head, but the tip of her tongue darted out, moistening her bottom lip, telling him something else entirely. “No,” she whispered.

“That’s what I thought.” Then he slammed his mouth down on hers and immediately her limbs tightened around him, holding him close. Her fingers sunk into his hair, tugging hard enough to make the tie he had in it come loose. She fisted it, pulled him closer, giving him another one of those hot, almost-innocent kisses. All heat but no skill. He fucking loved it.

He growled against her lips, and she opened for him, slanting that hot mouth so he could kiss her deep, taste her the way he needed to.

Cupping her ass, he ground his aching cock against her, letting her know what he wanted, and in the not so distant future planned on having. Yeah, she had hang-ups about her looks, that was obvious, but he refused to dial it back. He wanted her to know exactly how much she affected him, how sexy and hot he thought she was.

Rusty shifted restlessly against him, hands everywhere, soft moans slipping past her lips. If he didn’t stop this now, there would be no waiting, which meant fucking her against the door in the break room at the Miami Classic Car Expo. Not something Rusty would thank him for. He knew that much. But that’s exactly what would happen if he didn’t get it together, now.

Pressing deeper, he used his body to keep her pinned to the door, then cupping her face with one hand, and after one last touch of lips, he pulled back. She blinked up at him, dazed, lust in her eyes.

“You still gonna tell me no, Rusty?”

She was quiet a long time, and he started to think she wouldn’t answer, then finally she whispered, “No.”

He let his grin show and gave her ass a squeeze. “And when I call you tonight, are you gonna answer the phone?”

She bit her kiss-swollen lower lip, and he had to fight not to say fuck it and finish what they’d started. “Yeah.”

“That’s good, baby.” Still holding her ass, he let her slide to her feet, then ran his thumb along her jaw. “You know what I noticed about you the first time I saw you?” She stiffened at his question, just a little, but enough to tell him what he said next was extremely important to her, could either help his cause or shut it down before they got started. “You know what makes me hard every time I see you, talk to you?”

Her gaze stuttered, and she glanced away, crossing her arms, creating distance. “What?”

“That fire behind your eyes, the attitude, that smart fucking mouth. You have no idea how much that shit turns me on.”

Her gaze shot up to his. “Fire? My smart mouth?”

He could tell she was expecting him to say her tits, her ass, her legs. Yeah, all those things turned him on as well, but it was what she kept hidden that twisted him in knots, had him going after her with everything he had. “I want that fire, Foxy. I want all of it.”

She just stared at him. He’d rendered her mute, apparently. Pulling her forward, he opened the door behind her. “Go back to your girls, and I’ll call you tonight?”

She gave him a jerky nod, then with one last look his way, hustled her sweet ass out of there.

And all he could think was, the next few hours better fly by, because he had a phone call to make.

Shit.





Chapter Six

Rusty pulled her favorite stretched-out tank over her head, then after towel drying her long hair, tied it up in a messy bun.

Dragging back the covers, she climbed into bed. It wasn’t that late, but Pipe was reading her latest romance novel and there was nothing on TV. She stacked the pillows behind her, then grabbed her phone from the nightstand to check her email. She was waiting on shipping confirmation for a parts order she needed ASAP and hadn’t had a chance to look all afternoon.

As she scrolled through her unread mail her phone started ringing. Nervous, fluttery excitement hit her low in the belly when she saw Reid’s name flash on the screen.

He’d called the night before, after the car show like he said he would. They’d talked for quite a while, about a lot of different things, but nothing in particular. It’d been nice. Really nice.