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Ella is happy, and that’s all that matters.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Ella
We’resittingintheback of the armored black SUV with the privacy screen up. We’re on the way back to the amazing mansion Tiero’s rented for us, and I can’t wipe the gigantic smile off my face.
I had the best day ever. I still can’t believe Carlos Rosales drove me around the Monza Grand Prix track in a Formula One car… Carlos fricking Rosales!
I nearly weed in my race suit with excitement when I found out. He’s the best Formula One driver there is at the moment… and I got to drive with him.
Unbelievable!!!
And then there was that kiss. Not with Carlos, obviously… Tiero would have killed him.
It was Tiero’s can’t-get-enough-of-you kind of kiss, and it rocked my world… just like it has always done.
It started off as a kiss full of angst and relief but morphed into one of love and devotion, and then switched to full on passion. It’s not easily forgotten.
As if reading my mind, Tiero unbuckles my seatbelt and lifts me sideways onto his lap, his arms holding me tight to him.
“Hey,” I protest half-heartedly. He smiles down at me, planting a gentle kiss on my nose.
He looks happy. I want to see him like this always.
“You know,” I begin, “kissing you earlier doesn’t mean I’m going to fall back into bed with you.” I need to stick to my boundaries.
He smirks at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I know. It was hot, though. And you were turned on… though you’d never admit it, of course,” he teases.
“Of course I wouldn’t,” I reply, pretending to be outraged.
“Thought so.”
He’s right, of course. I was turned on. I’m always turned on when he’s near.
He has a little laugh, and it sounds joyful and content. If only I could hear him like this more often.
“You know, I could smell your arousal. It hung heavy in the air. Best scent ever. I wish I could bottle it.”
I blush at his words. “You couldn’t have smelled it. I had a thick racing suit on.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, princess. I can smell your arousal from miles away.”
He nuzzles my neck and predictably my pulse speeds up. “I can smell it now,” he whispers into my ear. I don’t reply because I can’t deny it.
I love this playful banter between us.
He lowers his head to mine, our lips only a breath apart, as he whispers, “I love making out with you.”
Then his lips claim mine with an unbridled passion and intensity that makes my toes curl and butterflies explode in my stomach.
And I don’t resist.
It’s just a kiss. Nothing more.
I can stop anytime… right?
It’s dark. Only a sliver of moonlight sneaks through the curtain when the breeze moves it.
