The bad race jargon banter was perfectly unserious, but the underlying meaning was so important. Shedesperatelydidn’t want him to stop.
‘I’m willing to race.’ He slid his hands down the outside of her thighs. ‘But you’re the one in pole position. You set the pace.’
Fine by her.Sofine. She tugged his tee up and off the same way he’d discarded hers. His body was pure ripped fire. She kissed across his chest, nuzzling closer, and unclasped his belt. He worked on his jeans and she shifted to straddle both his legs and bring her core flush to his. She moaned as she finally felt his rigid arousal right where she wanted it most.
He spread both hands beneath her butt. ‘Time to push.’
‘Go full throttle? I dare you to unleash all your power.’
She felt him coil and he suddenly rose, lifting her with him in a fierce movement. He took two steps and pressed her against the wall, grinding close. She gasped, delight-stunned and desperate for more. She wriggled to help her jeans slide down, finally shaking one leg completely free and immediately hooked it around his slim hips. His rough groan was her undoing. Desire unfurled—unravelling every thought, destroying all caution. He was nitrous oxide turbo-charging her engine, but where she’d taken the lead before, he now overtook—gaining control of track position and pace. He pressed close, his hands swift and skilled, scorching every inch of her skin. She’d never felt as wanted in her life and had never wanted a man to claim her so intensely. She’d not even seen his face properly but it didn’t matter. She felt him now—kissing his high cheekbones, tracing his straight nose and the stubble on his lean, sharp jaw. She ran her hand down his warm neck and nuzzled closer. Needing more. ‘Please—’
‘Safety car,’ he breathed hard, then groaned. ‘Need to slow the pace.’
‘Why?’ she wailed.
‘Unsafe conditions.’ He panted. ‘Helmet. Flame protection. Can’t let the celebrations make things messy.’
It was an appalling muddle of racing metaphors but she finally got what he meant and she froze, devastated. ‘I don’t have—’
‘Give me a second.’ He stepped away, rummaging in his satchel in the dark.
Did the guy have condoms in his courier bag? Lily blinked. Oh well, good for him and lucky for her. Maybe those few minutes breathing space should’ve given her a chance to see sense—to be a little cautious about having sex with a stranger. Instead, they had the opposite effect. This had been the best weekend ever and she was ending it with a bang. She was soherefor this with him and he definitely knew what he was doing. She heard his muttered oath of relief and very nearly cried with joy herself. A moment later he was back before her. On his knees. She heard the rip of foil. Another muttered imprecation. She laughed—then gasped at the sudden slide of his hot mouth up the inside of her thigh. He pulled her panties off then gripped her hips, holding her still enough to taste her. She drove her fingers though his hair—desperate to let him plunder but needing so much more at the same time.
‘I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.’ She pushed her hips forward in an unashamedly needy erotic invitation. ‘Please. Please.’
With a muffled growl he suddenly stood. ‘You want me to box?’
‘Immediately.’
He grasped her waist hard and lifted her. She hooked both legs around his hips, moaning at the smooth, ravenous drag of his lips up her neck as he pinned her between him and the wall. For once, she loved her petite stature because being at his mercy like this was pure heaven.
‘Don’t lose grip,’ he murmured.
‘I won’t.’
She caressed his steely body, savouring the flinch and flex of straining muscle. She palmed up his chest to his shoulders, curling her hands over them to hang on. As he lifted her an inch higher against the wall, she braced. For a moment their hot breath mingled, then their bodies collided. Hard.
‘Oh!’ she gasped, her muscles becoming like a vise as he surged into her.
He tensed and she muttered helplessly, ‘It’s been so long.’
‘Same,’ he whispered, shuddering as she gripped him. ‘Feels good.’
‘Yes.’
She sank into his kiss for only seconds before tearing her mouth free to sigh as he filled her. His possession was total, his pace fast, pushing closer and harder and giving her everything, utterlyeverythingshe wanted with rough rolls of his entire body. Electricity arced, energising them both as they became a slick, hot mass of locked limbs and desperate drive pulsing in the secret, dark heat.
She didn’t care about anything else but this—would burn all the fuel in the world to find more of this pleasure with him. Everything escalated—accelerated—she stifled her screams against his shoulder as he unleashed on her, his hips pumping, pulling her into his fiery passion until she seized in a final moment of suspension before falling apart completely. With a final thrust, he muffled his raw growl against her neck and finished a hundredth of a second after her.
Lily kept her arms and legs locked around him as best she could given their trembling; kept her face buried in his shoulder. Flickers of unbearable ecstasy rippled relentlessly through every cell but slowly she became aware of gentle strokes—slow hands soothing her oversensitive skin; soft kisses silencing jangling nerves.
It was the most tender cool-down lap of her life and suddenly she wanted—
‘Buckle up. We’re landing in five.’ The voice burst through the intercom with a loud crackle.
Shock snuffed Lily’s hazy, heated bliss and the yearning resurging within her. He quickly—carefully—lowered her to her feet and they stumbled apart. Mortified, Lily untangled her jeans, desperately searched out her panties and squashed them into her pocket and shoved her feet back into her trainers. She fell back into her seat and fastened the lap belt, beyond grateful for the lack of light. Tension-filled stillness smashed that warm dream world. She didn’t know what to say, so she was silent. He was quiet, too.
The noise of the descent and landing prevented conversation anyway. Or that was what she told herself. Honestly, she was still trying to process what had just happened. That searingly intimate moment had been so quick, so intense. Soperfect. The problem was she already was yearning for a repeat, only his current vibe suggested this was definitely a one and done. Her first such event. Casual hook-ups might be common for him, but she was a complete novice. She tried to gather her scattered wits. Sure, they’d shared banter and chemistry. Sure, he’d given her the most amazing sexual experience of her life, but it only felt this soul-shatteringly importantbecauseshe’d not had that many such experiences, right? Because she’d been lonely after a massive week.
