Page 33 of Midnight Racers

I had lost track of time, my mind focused on the tasks that needed completed before I could start work. The music in the background blocked out my mind worrying about what I had done to offend Flynn. It was only when I backed away from the car and into a wall of solid flesh that I jumped in shock.

“Easy.” Flynn’s deep, husky voice sounded at my right ear, his hand grabbing my hip to steady me.

He shouldn’t touch me like this because it sent shockwaves of need rippling through me. His breath fanning the side of my throat chased all rational thoughts from my head. I tried to step away but his hand tightened for a moment and my resolve wavered.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in a hushed whisper since there was a huge lump in my throat.

“Same as you, I came to take a look at the cars.”

My eyes closed as the vibrations of his speech washed over me. “That’s my job now,” I said, desperately trying to keep my sanity intact.

His laugh sounded breathless, the heat of his hand searing into my flesh. “Old habits die hard.”

We stood in front of the car, and I had no freaking idea what was happening. “Flynn?”

He didn’t reply and I swear the only sound I could hear was my heart pounding a staccato beat in my ears. The music playing in the background disappeared as everything contracted into the two of us standing here.

“Flynn? What are you doing?” I asked again.

“Going slowly in-fucking-sane,” he replied. His head dipped and his nose’s tip traced a delicate trail down the side of my throat.

My stomach tightened and I could barely breathe. I stared at the metal shelving on the wall to try and normalise this situation, but I was spiralling out of control with every heartbeat.

“Flynn?” I tried for the third time.

“This is the part when you tell me to get my hands off you. This is when you’re indignant and slap my face.”

What the hell did he expect me to say to that? My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment when his hand moved from my hip to splay across my stomach. It brought me back into the hardness of his frame and a delicious sensation of belonging crested over me.

“Tell me to stop,” Flynn said with his lips against the sensitive skin behind my ear.

My mouth opened and closed but nothing came out.

His lips created a trail of seduction as they moved down my throat, his other hand wrapping itself around my hair to change the position of my head.

“You’re stealing all my sanity,” he whispered. “Dragging my willpower from me and leaving me a mess of emotions.”

I’d read the books and listened to my friends when they described their panties being damp. It had never happened before in my entire life.

Until now.

My panties were damp and my heartbeat erratic.

“We shouldn’t—” I broke off because there was nothing more that I wanted right now than have his hands on me and his lips doing whatever the fuck they were doing.

His fingers tightened in my hair and he twisted my head so that those mesmerising green eyes of his were staring directly into mine. My brain short-circuited and all my thoughts evaporated. Everything stilled around me and nothing existed except Flynn.

His spicy scent surrounded me, his breath mingled with mine, and his body heat soaked into me. Our heads moved as if drawn together by a magnetism that neither of us could fight. The tips of our noses touched, and butterflies beat frantically in my chest.

The first touch of his lips on mine sent shivers of awareness through me. The second made my mouth open. The third released a hurricane of sensations into me. His lips were firm and warm, his hand sliding from my hair to cup my face.

His tongue flicked against the entrance of my mouth to demand entry. I was drowning in a sea of sensations that I had never experienced before, clinging to him as my only support. His breath became mine, our two souls reaching out and leaving electrical sparks where we touched.

My body moved instinctively until we were pressed together, his hands holding my face while mine crept up over the hard muscles of his back to cling to his shoulders. Our mouths moved together with a delicacy that screamed a familiarity we didn’t have.

I had no idea how it happened or how we moved across the room, but my ass collided with the metal counter. My eyes flashed open for a brief moment to meet his desire-filled gaze. More moisture seeped into my poor lace panties. His strong hands left my face to curve under my ass and lift me onto the counter.

My legs spread for him to step between, winding around his waist as we were drawn together again by that magnetic current.

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