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"Thought you were a champion." I pick up speed, chasing the friction. "Can't you handle the pressure?”
That gets me exactly what I want—his hips surge up to meet mine, deeper, harder. We find our rhythm like we've been doing this for years instead of minutes. Every thrust, every angle is like discovering the ideal racing line.
His hands slide up my ribcage, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. "So fucking beautiful like this."
I sit up straighter, arching into his touch, and the movement drives him deeper. We both groan.
"Touch yourself," he commands, and fuck if that doesn't send another wave of heat through me. But I drop my chin and smirk at him through my curtain of damp hair. “You’re not in charge here, Bunny Boy.”
I'm not ready to finish yet. Instead, I slow down, moving my hips in figure-eights that have his eyes rolling back.
"Petra—" It's half warning, half plea.
"What? Can't handle a little strategy?"
He sits up and wraps his arms around me, and the shift in angle steals my breath. Now we're chest to chest, his mouth finding my neck, hands gripping my arse. His teeth graze my jaw. “I like chasing when you’re in pole position.”
I laugh. “Fuck. Yes."
He’s controlling the rhythm now, moving me on his cock, and the combination of sensations—him deep inside me, his mouth on my neck, the way he's gripping my arse—has me speeding up.
"I'm going to make you come again." Nico sounds so rough and that turns me on even more. His teeth scrape against my pulse point. "I want to feel it." His grip tightens, angling my hips just right, and the pressure builds with every thrust.
Nico shifts forward and suddenly I’m on my back and he’s leveraging his body over me, thrusting so deeply I’m seeing stars and moons and other celestial shite. He plants one hand, slips the other between us, and strokes my clit.
That's all it takes. I shatter around him, arching against his fingers and moaning.
He follows me over the cliff, cursing in Spanish as his hips snap forward one last time.
For a long moment, we just breathe together. Then he kisses my eyelids and mouth, so gentle, so tender.“Eso fue perfecto, Petra.”
I smile against his lips. “It really was.”
Nico envelopes me in his arms, turns us onto our sides, and runs his fingers through my hair. His touch feels amazing.
But I have questions. I need to understand why this is happening, and I want a strategy.
“Nico, what are we doing?”
He’s quiet for a moment and I know he’s putting his thoughts in order. “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
I look into his eyes, needing to read him. What I see is absolute sincerity. Which doesn’t really surprise me. Nico’s always been the driver who focused one hundred percent on doing the best job he could. He wasn’t a partier. He didn’t date a different woman every month. He just drove better than everyone else in the world.
He strokes his fingers down my temple and sweeps my hair back behind my ear, and the way he looks at me threatens to turn my heart inside out and upside down.
Bloody. Hell.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Petra regardshim with wide brown eyes. “What’s your definition of a long time?” she whispers.
Nico swallows. Honestly, he’s a little shocked by his confession. “Truth or a lie?”
“That’s a stupid question.”
Vale.He started this push lap with her. He has to finish it and see where they end up. “Since the first day we met.”
Petra sits up and stares at him. He can see the gears turning in her mind. “We werefourteen.”
