She looks around and locks eyes with me, still holding that position, and my dick twitches.No, we’re not doing any of that. She is not in the right frame of mind, and I am focusing on racing this year. No fucking around.
“Oh, hey! Sorry, I didn’t notice if it was ringing, if it was. I turn up the music when no one’s around,” she says as she gestures to the music playing around us. More strands of hair have now fallen around her face.
I move to where I was sitting during the day, and sure enough, there is my phone. Sitting there, like an idiot. I see Riley has messaged, saying he forgot we were heading to dinner together and headed to the hotel on the shuttle. Rolling my eyes, I pocket it and turn around. Sophia has moved to a bench where her laptop sits and busies herself there.
“Working for a while?” I ask, trying to get the image of her on her knees out of my head.
“Probably not for too long. Just wanted to put the final touches on this for when you and the team get in tomorrow. Actually, come have a look. I think you’ll find it interesting!” She is genuinely excited about the data on the screen.
Moving closer to her, her scent infiltrates all my senses. Vanilla and strawberries. She encourages me to direct my attention to the small laptop screen. She is excitingly telling me something about the numbers and graphs on display, but all I can feel is the heat of her touch, gently bumping my arm. Her leg graze mine as she stands close, sending pulses through me. My mouth goes dry, and I watch her delicate hands dance across the screen while I hum in agreement. I haven’t seen her this lively in weeks. It makes me happy to see her like this.
“What do you think?” she asks, breaking her gaze away from the screen to me.
I have no idea what she said, the data on the screen not registering in my brain. My cock must have taken all the blood, because all I can do is imagine that delicate hand reaching down my torso. I’m staring, silent too long. This is bordering on creepy.Say something, you tool!
“This looks really exciting. The team is going to be ecstatic coming in tomorrow.” That sounds safe.
She smiles, but there is something else behind her eyes. Nothing I have been on the receiving end of. Her breath appears to hitch and her eyes dart down to my mouth, poking her tongue out so faintly. I wonder if I’m imagining it.Has it gotten hot in here?
“Maybe I should go,” I whisper. Fuck, she is so captivating. I can’t break away. My legs won’t cooperate. Move away. This isn’t what we came here for.
She takes in a breath, and I can feel her hand on mine on the bench.
13
Sophia
Unexpectedly, Javi had turned up and I am jabbering on excitedly about a light bulb moment I had with the adjustments the team was working on through today. Work distraction. Why didn’t I think of it before? I am thinking all about Mum. She is the reason I love this sport. The one who supported me in getting into the mechanical side of the sport once I had my accident, broke my leg, and was out of the National motocross comps. Mum radiated through me while I worked on the bike, and now, I am on a high from her memory.
I’m poking the laptop screen, unable to contain my excitement while poor Javi is standing there, clearly overwhelmed by my rampage. I get to the end of my info dump on him and take a breath. I didn’t realise I had moved so close to him. I’ve pressed my body flush against his side, my arm feeling his smooth skin. This close, I can see the finer details in his heavily tattooed arms. The contrast of his blacks and greys against my pale, empty skin. His muscles, unflexed, are still lean under his skin, unabashedly peeking out from under the sleeve of his tee. I have a flash of what those arms might look like wrapped around my waist, feeling the easy squeeze of them, pulling me closer to his firm body. A dirty smirk crosses my face. I can feel it but can’t stop it from appearing while my imagination runs wild and my breath hitches at the dreamy thought. This isn’t what I should be thinking about with a colleague, especially the rider on my team, but,fuck, has his lips always looked this kissable? He hasn’t stopped looking at me with those soulful, brown eyes. What could happen? Could this bench take it?
“Make I should go,” he mutters, but I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. Does he feel this too? Am I actually feelingsomething? Something other than numb? I glance down his body and can definitely see he is hard. His erection pushing against his sweats.Thank you to the inventor of grey sweatpants.There is no hiding in them and my heart rate picks up. He sways his body like he is trying to convince his feet to move when I place my hand on his, resting on the bench. I’ve never made a bold move like this before, but I need to chase this feeling. The veil is lifting off my numbness. Was it because of our conversation over lunch that sparked my inspiration to work on the bike on my own, and finallyfeelagain? It is nice to be looked at so closely again, to see the want in someone’s eyes instead of pity. Feel the heat in their eyes travel through me, defrosting me.
He’s inert, but darts his eyes to my hand resting on his, then back to my eyes.
He turns to face me and puts his other hand on top of mine. I worry he will take my hand off and leave. Instead, his face softens, and he asks, “Are you sure?”
My chest tightens and I breathe out, “Yes.”
“Because I will be relentless,” he whispers as he squeezes my hand gently.
“Please,” I can only whisper out, our staring never breaking.
“Anything you want, ace,” he says, moving to erase the space, head tilting down to meet mine. He dips his face to my neck, teasing me, kissing me so softly, building this up. I can feel his hands at my waist, squeezing and bringing me closer to him, into him, feeling his hardness pressed against me. He breathes me in and finally lifts his face to mine, kissing my lips. My head is a swirl of lust and wanting and I sink into his body, relaxed but fevered. My hands glide against his arms and over every tattooed ridge as he encircles his arms around me. A moan escapes my lips at my imagination coming true, at it feelingsomuch better than I could have imagined. His kissing is hard and consuming, paired with his hands that are running all along my body, squeezing and holding. His surprising scent of watermelon is intoxicating and heady.
His hands run down my ass to the back of my thighs, and his fingers dig in to hoist me effortlessly to sit on the bench, putting me at his hip height. He breaks away and lifts the front of my shirt to bunch up under my chin. Revealing my plain, red bra. He pulls the cups down and his mouth dances across each of my breasts, sucking, licking, biting. My head falls backwards and my hands grip at his broad shoulders. The sensation pushes me closer to the brink, panting and sighing.
His mouth is back on my lips and his hands travels further down, teasing down my torso, until they get to my hips.
“Yooo! Javi?!” We freeze. “Javi?!”
We scramble away from each other and straighten our hair and clothes, assuming innocent positions before Riley enters the pit box.
“Hey! Sorry for my mishap. I got a cab over from the hotel to pick you up for dinner. Heya, Sophia!” Riley exclaims brightly to us with a wave.
“Hey, Riley,” I quietly reply and return to my laptop, trying to hide the flush of my face. I ignore the conversation between the two of them while I tried to steady my racing heart.
“Sophia?” Javi’s voice cracks through my thoughts.
