Page 77 of Fast & Reckless
She leaned back enough to see his face. “Are you kidding? We’re in the garage.”
“There’s no one here.”
“Someone could come.”
“It’s the middle of the night. No one’s coming. Except you, if you want to.”
His hand slid down the small of her back to her ass, where he squeezed. She was wearing the black dress she’d bought in Barcelona, and the thin silk was barely even a barrierbetween the warmth of his palm and her skin. Despite the less-than-romantic surroundings and the chill of the night air, she felt her body heating in response. She was so shamelessly easy when it came to him.
“I’m not getting down on that floor. It’s filthy and freezing.” She might want him, but not that badly.
His dark blue eyes lit up with mischief. “I wasn’t thinking about the floor.” Oh, she knew that look. When she saw it, she knew he was about to do something outrageous and heavenly to her.
“Then where—?”
He tilted his head toward his car, right behind her.
“Are you insane? It costs millions of pounds!” She pushed on his chest, but he didn’t release her.
“We’ll be careful.”
“And we wouldn’t even fit. You barely fit.”
He rolled his eyes. “Notinit.”
“Then what are you suggesting?”
Without looking away from her, he lifted his hands to the straps of her dress. “Let’s start here.”
She felt the tiny straps slide over her shoulders and she licked her lips apprehensively. Was she really going to let him do this here?
“God, I love you in this dress,” he said lowly, his eyes roaming over her. “And out of it.” He dragged the straps down her arms and she felt the silk slither down her chest. It caught on her nipples, because they were hard and pebbled, already aching for him.
“I’m not—”
“Not all the way off.” He leaned in and captured her mouth in a kiss. His mouth was warm and drugging. She forgot everything when he kissed her.
“Just this far off,” he murmured against her mouth, dragging the silk down to her waist. Her arms were pinned to her sides, still caught by the straps. He wrapped his arms around her and lowered his mouth to her breast.
“Will …” She sucked in a breath as he took her nipple in his mouth.
She swayed in his arms, getting hotter by the second, moaning every time he sucked her. By the time he lifted his head to kiss her again, she was so wild for him that she’d have let him do anything he wanted, even if the entire pit crew was here watching.
She managed to free her arms from the straps so she could reach for him, digging her fingers into his hair as she kissed him.
“I’ve always wanted to do something …” he said between kisses, beginning to walk her backward. “To try this …”
“What?” she whispered eagerly. She was already so wet for him. He could bend her over the nearest table and she’d be there in seconds.
He kissed her again. “Call it kind of a fantasy. For as long as I’ve been driving.”
Suddenly her calves hit the low nose of his car, right in front of where he sat when he raced.
“I told you,” she mumbled in between kisses. “We won’t fit.”
“Just trust me.”
Grasping her hips, he pushed her back until she sat down. She braced herself with her hands, unable to stop calculating what the carbon fiber body cost, even now when she was sitting on it half naked.
