Page 103 of Riding the Curve

I’d call that a win.

Henley slows to a stop, shifting into neutral and pulling up the parking brake like a pro. Immediately, she turns off the engine and tosses the keys into my lap. The driver-side door swings wide as she flies out of the car. With a huff, she tosses the helmet and gloves onto the open seat. I get out of the car and meet her on the other side.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I just did that!”

“Yes, you did.” I lift my visor and give her a wink. “Very well, I might add.”

“I’ve never felt so free! I can see why you love this so much. It’s so . . .”

I ramble off a few adjectives. “Exhilarating . . . Intoxicating⁠—”

“Hot,” she breathes.

Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths, her face flushed from all the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The floodlights of the track highlight every inch of her enchanting form as she does a victory dance in front of the car.

I’ve never seen a more stunning sight.

Noticing I’ve gone silent, she turns to face me. Desire illuminates the gold flecks in her eyes, glowing like embers as she slowly glides toward me. The closer she prowls, the more my heart rate accelerates. By the time she’s right in front of me, I feel like my chest is about to crack wide open. I’ve never felt a more primal need for a woman than I do right now.

Like Henley’s my air, and without her I can’t breathe.

One by one, she slides my gloves from my hands and tosses them into the dirt. Her nimble hands slide up my chest and begin to work on the buckles securing my helmet. There’s no doubt she can feel the way my heart races for her underneath her fingertips. Painstakingly slow, she peels off my helmet, but my restraint snaps.

The air whooshes out of Henley’s lungs as I lift her into my arms. My helmet crashes onto the driver’s seat as I slam my mouth over hers.

I pour all I have into that kiss. Making up for every missed second over the years that I didn’t get to devour them.

“Em . . .” she rasps as my mouth trails over the edge of her jaw and down the slope of her neck. I pause right where I know she has a sensitive spot at the crook of her neck. “Please . . .” Hen pleads, arching her body further into me.

Twirling my tongue against her skin, my gaze darkens as I watch her eyes roll back. “You need me, baby?” I purr, rolling my knuckles against her peaked nipples.

“Yes,” she pants. “I need you.”

“Now?” I tease, letting my hand slide underneath her sweatshirt and palm her bare breast. “Baby, you haven’t been wearing a bra this entire time?” I tsk out loud. “Here I was thinking you were a good girl, but you’re just full of trouble, aren’t you?” Before she can answer, I suck on the tender skin on the crook of her neck as her hips buck against me.

“Oh my god, that feels so good.” She gasps. “Please, Em. Now.”

Smiling against her skin, I find her mouth and tangle my tongue with hers in a bruising kiss. Then I lower her down to her feet. “Turn around.”

She slowly turns around on shaking legs, and I invade the space behind her. Slipping my hands underneath the sweatshirt, I rip it over her head and toss it behind me. Henley’s bronzed skin pebbles with goosebumps. Brushing my fingertips over her stomach, I palm each of her breasts and tug the hardened peaks between my fingers.

My name fills the night air on a moan. Snaking my hand up her neck, I grasp it with just enough force to press her flush against my chest. “You know I love you, right, Hen?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

She nods, too ramped up to speak.

“Good, because what I’m about to do right now may not feel like that,” I chuckle darkly.

Henley squirms in my grasp, her ass rubbing against me as she squeezes her thighs together. I press a featherlight kiss to her cheek.

“And why is that?” she breaths.

“Because I’m not going to be soft and gentle,” I purr against the shell of her ear, and give it a little nip to prove my point. I hold her tight has she continues to squirm.

“Then, tell me what you're going to do?” She whispers.

“Baby, right now, I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”

The audible hitch in her breathing has my cock crying beneath the cage of my jeans. Bending her forward with one hand, I grip her hip with the other as I nudge both of her legs open wide. “Hands on the car.”