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“No?” He runs his fingers through her hair, loving how she arches into his touch. “Just encouraged it with all these pink streaks and victory dances.”
“Like you don’t play up the wholeEl Conejothing.” She traces his abs and her touch sends sparks down his spine. “The helmet?” Nico’s favorite helmet is painted to resemble a rabbit’s head, whiskers, ears, and all. It’s damn cool.
“The multiplication rate?”
She laughs and sits up, baring her body in a way that makes his breath stutter. “Speaking of fucking rabbits.” She shoves him onto his back and straddles him again.
“Thought you had to fly tomorrow?”
“Thought you were going to show me why they call you El Conejo.”
“Petra.” Her name comes out rough as she rocks against him. “Shouldn’t we discuss those complications?”
“Later.” She bends to kiss his neck and the feel of her breasts and her lips on his skin turns Nico’s thoughts to mush. “We can discuss the teams and the complicationslater.” Her teeth graze his throat. “Right?”
“Yes. No.Joder...” She palms his cock where it’s pressed between her and his belly, and coherence becomes near impossible. “We should discuss what we’re doing here.”
She sits back, suddenly serious despite their position. “What do you want us to be doing?”
The question carries so much weight.
“I want...” Nico grasps her hips, steadying both her and himself. “I want to race you clean and hard on track. I want to kiss you in parc fermé. And I want to figure out what this is without everyone else’s opinions about what it should be.”
Her smile blooms slow and warm. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He pulls her down for a kiss. “Also I want more of this mind-blowing sex.”
“Smooth talker.” But she’s already moving against him again. “Show me what else that Spanish charm can do.”
Round three proves even better than the first two. Maybe because they’ve taken the edge off desperate need. Nico takes his time exploring Petra’s body, focusing on what makes her squirm, what makes her sigh, and what makes her desperate for more. When she comes apart under him, hair wild and eyesfierce, he finally understands what people mean about drowning in another person’s desire.
After, she curls against his side and sighs. “We’re going to catch hell for this.” She sounds more amused than worried.
“You are worth braving hell for.” Nico presses a kiss to her temple. “Though your father will kill me if this messes with your racing.”
“No.” Her laugh vibrates against his chest. “He respects you too much. But Kelley will try to make it all about her somehow.”
The mention of her mother changes her. Nico brushes her hair away from her face. “Are you alright with that attention?”
“Hm. Been dealing with Kelley’s drama my whole life.” Her expression turns thoughtful. “This is different though.”
“How?”
She smiles and it softens her in a way he’s always loved. “I don’t know. Whatever this is, it’s ours. Not the paddock’s or the media’s or our teams’ or anyone else’s.”
“Even the Honey Bunnies?”
“We’re never living this down, are we?”
“Probably not.”
She turns her head and studies him. “Be honest. Did you know the photographer was there?”
Nico shakes his head. “I wouldn’t’ve had thecojonesto kiss you had I known.”
That makes her laugh. It’s another thing he’s always loved, that wild, sexy laugh of hers. He takes her hand and kisses her fingers. “But I meant what I said about figuring this out.”
“Even with Mexico coming up? Championships on the line?”
