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This time, it’s a sexy sound. “So wet,” he mutters, stroking me, then saying something in German.
I feel like I’m dissolving into the bed as he kisses his way to where his fingers are. His tongue, soft and warm and wet, glides across my folds, parting them, exposing my entrance. I want to push all my thoughts and doubts about this situation far away. I’m not the team owner, he’s not the driver. We’re two people with incredible chemistry and a complicated past.
I bite my bottom lip and smile, remembering how I used to tell him to trace the alphabet down there with his tongue. His tongue on me again feels like a brush of ink across a white page, like a new beginning or an ending.
Like fate.
Now he’s not merely tracing letters, but an entire book.Damn. Max has gotten amazing at this. Not that he wasn’t pretty wonderful before, but now he’s . . . my thoughts disappear as I allow myself to surrender to him.
“Wow. Oh wow,” I blurt. My moans carry with them full-body shivers as his tongue laps at me, hitting every sensitive area.
“It feels good?” he asks, between swipes of his tongue.
“Um. Yeah. It does. So good.” I can barely gasp the words out because he’s taking me to the brink of orgasm with his tongue. When we were together before, this was what he’d do to get me wet, then finish with his fingers.
“You seem really close,” he says, replacing his tongue with his thumb, circling and tantalizing.
“Please. Your mouth. I need your mouth down there,” I manage to say.
“Oh, you really liked that, didn’t you? Such a good girl, getting so wet for me.”
My fingers find his hair and tug as he pulls me right to the edge, then pushes me over. I cry out as I come, squeezing my eyes shut and gasping as I feel like I’m exploding into a million pieces. And when he takes his tongue off my clit he moves up my body, kissing the way he came while touching me gently with his fingers.
This makes me have wave after wave of orgasm, and my mouth opens in a silent scream. The only noise that’s audible is my own breath, then an anguished final cry as I come.
Chapter Twenty-Six
MAX
I’m fumbling for a condom on the nightstand, and shaking. The taste of Lily is fresh on my lips, and I can only hope that I satisfied her as much as she did me earlier.
Never have I wanted to please a woman so much. I’ve been planning tonight all day since the encounter in my dressing room. It’s all I could think of throughout post-race interviews, autograph sessions, and that tedious party.
I imagined peeling off Lily’s clothes, teasing her for hours. In the end, we tumbled into bed laughing, and now she’s naked and wet and ready for me. She’s still panting, her hair a mess. Looking so fucking perfect while she stares at me with a mixture of desire and shock.
Yeah, I’ve learned a lot since we last were together, and I’m going to use every trick at my disposal. Or maybe not, because the way she responds to me—and the way I’m treating her, with reverence and need and something deeper that I can’t put a name to yet—feels perfect.
Effortless.
All of the anger over her leaving me is nearly dissolved, or it’s been replaced with sheer unrelenting want. It’s not time to analyze feelings now. I finally tear the foil packet open with my teeth and slide the condom on my dick, which is positively aching to be inside her.
“Come here,” she murmurs, guiding me on top of her. From her curves to her freckles to that little mole on her inner thigh, everything about Lily is perfect. My catnip.
The way her eyes light up when she sees me naked. The way she swallows hard and licks her lips when she looks at me like that.
I study her face for a second, our eyes locked. Her thumb skims my lips.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispers.
“This is what you want, right?”
She doesn’t answer for a split second, and in that moment, the bottom falls out of my world. This is all I want, being here in bed with her. Screw races, trophies, championships. I’ve been chasing this feeling I had with her for years, only to find that my feelings had everything to do with her.
That she wasn’t interchangeable with any other woman.
“Yes. A thousand times, yes.”
I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and dip my head so I can devour her mouth. While we’re kissing, she gently guides my dick to her entrance. Something about the way she smells, like jasmine and sex, makes every pleasure center in my brain light up.
