Page 75 of A False Start
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We tidiedthe property quickly and quietly this morning.
Except that time I yanked her away from whatever chore she was doing to fuck her brains out on the stairs.
But after that, we got the place locked up, and now we’re in her car driving down into the valley. She insisted on driving, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s terrifying.
I wonder if this is what it’s like in her brain. Just no speed limit and lots of sharp turns, leaving a trail of dust behind herself on whatever dirt road she’s flying down.
“Are we in a race that I don’t know about?” I ask, looking over my shoulder. “Is someone in hot pursuit?”
She snorts. At least her hands are at ten and two. Hot little psycho driver that she is.
“Are you even old enough to drive this thing?”
Her head turns and her eyes narrow. “Fuck you, Griffy.”
“You already did.”
Her goddamn lead foot sinks down, and she smirks out the windshield like she’s proving something to me right now.
She’s not. Other than she’s just as crazy as I already know.
I let out a sigh of relief when Nadia finally slows. What I don’t expect is for her to pull over. “You drive.”
“Why?” I ask.
She just grins. “Because you look like you’re going to have a heart attack.”
As she flips her door open and unfolds herself, I ask, “Is that some sort of old joke?” Nadia barks out an amused laugh as she rounds the back of the car and comes to yank my door open.
With very wide, very serious eyes, she says, “I wouldnever.”
I can’t help but chuckle and shake my head as I get out of the car. I snake my hand around her waist and capture her mouth on the way past, unable to stop myself, or keep my hands off of her. I could spend hours tracing this body. Kissing this body. Feeling her lips move softly against mine, that cool little rush of air when she sighs into my kiss like she did just now.
She steps in closer to me, and I’m like a teenager with hearts in his eyes. Her warmth, her scent wraps around me like a comfort blanket. I push her up against the pearl white car and claim her mouth, angling my head over hers, one hand clamping on her ass while the other cups her cheek. The little hairs at the base of her neck tickle my fingers. The brim of my hat lends an air of privacy, like we’re locked into a fantasy world on the side of the road.
She smiles against my lips, a light airy giggle escaping her as I nip gently at her bottom lip, giving her a soft, private smile of my own.
“Careful, Sinclaire. You’re gonna make me climb you like a tree right here on the side of the road.”
I smile even bigger. I love that she doesn’t want anything from me. She doesn’t care about my money, my past, my fame. She wants a quiet, simple life. And I think she might want it withme, which is the most incredible feeling. To know that someone wants you for you, not for what you can do for them. It warms me in a completely unfamiliar way.
She squeals when I scoop her up and place her into the passenger seat. And my goddamn heart races at the sound. So sweet and playful. Nadia grins up at me when I grab the seatbelt and pull it gently over her shoulder, and when I lean across her body—eyes catching on the rise and fall of her full breasts—she presses a kiss to my neck. She trails a hand over my spine and reaches behind me to squeeze my ass.
When I make a deep rumbling noise, she just laughs again, before leaning close and nipping at the lobe of my ear. All while I struggle with a fucking car seat buckle. Distracting me from day one.
“Wildflower...”
Her hand slides up beneath my t-shirt right as the latch clicks tight. “It’s not my fault you’re strutting around, teasing me with a body like this.”
I shake my head, almost uncomfortable with how genuine the compliment is. How hungry her voice sounds. Gripping her chin with my fingers, I gaze straight into her eyes with a knowing smirk. “Behave yourself.”
Brat that she is, she just winks. And I kiss her again swiftly, tongues tangling briefly, but as her hands start to wander, I pull away. I’ll never leave this goddamn mountain if we keep this game up.
When I hop back in the car, she gives me a mischievous look. A look I recognize. A look that haunts me.
Again.
