Page 38 of Midnight Racers

Charlotte wrapped her leg around my waist and I groaned, the noise echoing up from my chest. There was no resistance left in me when I was close to her, nothing that stopped this madness.

Good intentions no longer existed; my moral compass completely decimated.

Nothing else mattered anymore except this woman and the fire in my blood that branded her name on the inside of my chest.

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Chapter Fourteen

Charlotte

There were bad decisions that made you cringe, and there were epic life-changing bad decisions that had warning signs posted all over them but you didn’t care.

Flynn belonged to the epic category. The man was danger wrapped in seduction with an infusion of temptation to lead the weak to sin and debauchery. His lips drugged, his hands beguiled, and he must emit pheromones that eroded all sane thoughts from my head.

I needed him closer, craved his body heat radiating into me. I’d hated kissing all my life because it was a germ-infested experience in which someone tried to stick their tongue down my throat and left me gagging. Flynn’s tongue stroked and coaxed, his hands holding me captive.

“Please,” I pleaded, not really knowing what I needed, but that only he was able to give it to me.

Kisses. All we’d shared were kisses and it was the most intimate experience of my life. Dampness invaded my panties and my lady bits felt sensitive and tingly. Flynn was a unique flavour that was highly addictive—chocolate mixed with something dark and dangerous that left you breathless with desire.

My leg wrapped around his lean waist to try and get him impossibly closer to me, even with his body tight to mine he was too far away. His hand left my throat and face to grab my ass and hoist me up so my legs could fully circle his waist, his hard length rubbing against my sensitive core.

My fingers threaded through his hair while he devoured me.

Nothing else mattered anymore except feeling his skin against mine.

Flynn dragged his head away, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me to stop,” he said. “Bring some sanity to this.”

The tip of my right index finger traced across his full bottom lip. “There is no sanity to this. There never has been, not since you walked into my life.”

His eyes closed for a brief moment. “I’m going to Hell for the sin I’m about to commit, or Jordan is going to shoot me.”

That didn’t make sense since Jordan was a servant of the law the same as Mum.

“What sin?” I asked, my voice husky from his kisses.

He stared at me with an intensity that set my panty elastic tightening. “Fuck it,” Flynn muttered. His hands tightened under my ass as he lifted me and turned to stride out of the room and back to his private garage at the back of the complex.

His gaze never left mine, and I was mesmerised. The door slammed, but my concentration never broke away from him, not even when he laid me on the bonnet of the vintage car.

He hauled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. I copied his actions, my vest top joining his without even looking where I threw it. He toed his boots off, and I stopped my undressing to watch his jeans slide down his long legs, the bulge in his briefs more than a little daunting.

Yeah, I’d read the romance novels where the heroes had huge packages that required a special delivery service to get to your vagina, but had always believed them to be the figment of the author’s imagination. Unicorn cocks were real, and the horn that emerged when he pushed his briefs down was enough to spear someone to death.

I was a little overdressed at the party with my lace bra and panties still on, but Flynn pulled me toward him by the legs, his strong hands widening me at the thighs for him to lean over me.

My bra disappeared as he kissed me, his tongue creating a path of devastation down my throat when he dragged his lips from mine. It was utter madness, the perfect storm that had been brewing from the moment I met him, the static electricity between us short-circuiting all rational thoughts and beliefs.

“Flynn,” I muttered as his lips trailed across my body, his hands wandering to find the sensitive areas that made me squirm. The man was infectious since he made my temperature rise and my heartrate escalate. My skin rose in goosebumps everywhere he touched, an instinctive response that I had no control over.

He controlled my body in a way I had never experienced before, his touch firm and commanding, his mouth a weapon used to slay the innocent. My legs widened as he teased and tormented my sensitive breasts, my fingers finding their way into his thick, messy hair.

Suddenly he leaned over me, his stare boring into me, the tip of his nose touching mine. “You make me lose control,” he hissed. “What the fuck is happening?”

My legs wound around his waist and I felt his thick length rubbing against my sensitive core. My nails scratched over his powerful shoulders.

“We’re scratching that itch that is driving both of us crazy,” I said, continuing my path down his back to his ass. “Because if we don’t, none of us is going to get any work done.”

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