Page 111 of Overtake
He gives her slow instead. Inch by inch, feeling her stretch around him as her body adjusts to accommodate his cock. It's exquisite torture. She's tight and hot and perfect, and when he's finally seated fully inside her, they both pause. Breathing hard. Adjusting. Savoring.
"Move." It's barely a whisper, but the need in it undoes him.
He pulls back slowly, then drives forward harder, setting a rhythm that has her gasping his name. The angle lets him go deep, hitting spots that make her moan into the pillow. Her back arches beautifully, all lean muscle and smooth skin, and he can't resist running his hand up her spine.
When he reaches around to finger her clit, she whimpers and Nico almost shoots his wad, the sound is so fucking sexy. “Louder. I want to hear you."
She moans and sighs and those sounds are better than the roar of his car’s V6 or the cheers of a crowd as he crosses thefinish line. He grips her hip and thrusts deeper, faster, chasing the desperate edge in her voice.
Her inner walls start to flutter around him. "Nico."
"I know. I feel you." He circles her clit faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "Don't hold back."
When she comes again, Nico willingly follows, just like he has since they were kids and,fuuuck, coming inside this woman is better than winning the Drivers’ Championship a million times.
Eleven years ago, Nico promised himself that someday he’d be good enough for Petra Hayter. Even now, as he covers her body with his, heart thudding against her back, he wonders if he really is. And that’s enough to make him pull out, tie off his condom, and say, “Stay here. I’ll run a bath for you.”
Petra shoves a mass of pink-streaked hair from her face and peers at him over her shoulder. “You don’t have to do that.”
He smiles. “I want to.” He sits on the edge of the bed and runs his fingers over her ribs, kisses her shoulder once, twice, and a third time. “I want to take care of you, Petra.”
She bites her lip and considers this, and he knows why she’s hesitant. Aside from Jacintha, Coy, Bowie, and her bodyguard, Petra Hayter doesn’t give up control to other people easily. That requires trust, and that’s something she has in very small amounts thanks to Kelley. It must be hard to trust when the one person you should be able to rely on walks out when you’re only six.
“Petra?”
She nods. “Right, Nico. But only here, like this. Don’t make assumptions.”
“I don’t.” One last kiss on her shoulder, then he heads for the bathroom and its oversized tub.
The bathroom fills with steam as he runs the bath, adding hotel salts that smell like roses. She wanders in, piling her hairatop her head in a messy bun and securing it with one of those odd plastic clips all women seem to have.
He climbs into the tub and helps her step in after. She lounges against his chest once they’re settled, and water laps at her perfect curves.
Nico traces patterns on her shoulder, admiring the strength in her arms, the way her muscles shift under soft pale skin. Everything about her is a study in contrasts—fierce competitor and cheeky spirit, technical prowess and wild passion. The way she attacks every challenge head-on but melts when he kisses that spot where her neck curves into her shoulder. There’s nothing he doesn’t love about Petra Hayter.
“You’re thinking very loudly.” She rests her head back on his shoulder and closes her eyes.
“I’m appreciating.” Nico trails his fingers down to her wrist. “All of this.”
The truth hits him then, watching water droplets trace paths he memorized with his mouth—he loves her. Yes, he’s known it since they were kids, since the first time she outdrove him in karts and grinned that smart-ass grin she still has, but he’s lived with that obsession for so long, and it’s been nothing but a goal for a decade, that it’s a shock to realize he’s accomplished it. Yet the desire remains. It’s strange how much this feels like the first time he won the Drivers’ Championship. He wanted it with singular purpose. Achieved it. Then immediately knew he wanted it just as much a second time, and a third, and a fourth. Attaining it didn’t lessen the desire. Not at all.
Nico Belmonte loves Petra Hayter, and having her in his arms now, finally, doesn’t make that any less so. He’s spent his whole career chasing her, on track and off, not truly understanding what he was pursuing, until now.
God knows he’s never wanted anyone else the way he wants her. Not just her body, but her brilliant mind, her incredible spirit, and the fire that makes her Tenacious P.
“Now you’rereallythinking too loud, Nico.”
He smiles against her shoulder, tasting rosewater and her skin. “I just realized something.”
“Mm?” She shifts against him, sending ripples through the water. “That you’ve finally met your match?”
He smiles at her teasing, even as the words hit closer to the truth than she knows. “That I’ve always known who my match was. And now that she’s in my arms, my desire for her hasn’t lessened one bit.”
She turns just enough to study his face. “Pretty sure I’m the one who’s been chasing your lap times.”
“On track, maybe. But the rest?” He slides his hand across her hip under the water. “Do you remember at the European Karting Championships in Valencia when you stuck out your tongue at me over the second-place trophy?”
She laughs. “No, but I’ve seen the photos.”
