Her heavy eyes, filled with hunger, burn into mine as I take a step back from her body before I walk closer and can’t control myself any longer in this stupid club.
“Make your way to the front,” I demand.
I focus on her sexy thighs, pressing together as she leans on the wall while watching me try to catch my breath.
Not wasting another second, she hurries past me and pushes through the thick crowd. Even as we make our way closer to the door, the walk seems like a mile long as my dick strains against the zipper of my jeans. This is what she does to me.
I walk proudly behind my girl as everyone practically strains their necks when they turn to take a look at the goddess while she walks past. I nod at the bouncer who holds the door open for Amelia and me once he sees us coming, and the cool wind that hits my face sends goose bumps along my arms, but it only increases my girlfriend’s beauty as her hair sweeps behind her.
Placing a hand on her lower back, I lead her through the lively city, lit up in lights, and let my shoulders drop when my Mercedes comes into view.
Running over, I open the car door with a sweep of my hand.
“Thank you, sir,” she says with a smile as she gets into the car.
Shutting it softly, I run over to my side and slam my door shut once I spot a few paparazzi running their way over to us. Starting my car, I place a hand on the wheel and one across Amelia’s chest.
“Hang on,” I say as I turn the wheel sharply and peel out of my parking spot.
Her nails bite into my skin while my tires squeal angrily on the asphalt as I leave the scum of Hollywood in my dirty air.
“Okay, okay, Mr. Race Car Driver!” she screeches as the city around us blurs. “Slow down!”
She taps my hand that’s across her chest, holding her to the seat. I only lift my foot off the gas because I feel her heart pounding away in her chest.
“God.” She settles into her seat more, the moonlight casting a beautiful glow on her in the peaceful darkness of my car. “You shouldn’t be a singer. Go into car racing.”
I grip her thigh as my other hand taps away on my steering wheel. “I’m afraid it’s too late for me.”
Maybe in another life.
Or Stella’s …
My foot puts more pressure on the gas pedal when her soft, warm hand lands on mine, where it lies on her leg. From the corner of my eye, I see her body shaking from silent laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
Looking away from the road for a quick second, I see her glancing down at my lap in amusement. Pointing at my cock that’s practically bursting out of my pants.
Pain pierces my lip as my teeth clamp down on it. “You think this is funny?”
“It’s amusing.” She laces her fingers through mine and squeezes. “What can I say? You just love my body so much.”
I flinch at her words and almost crash when I lose focus. She lets out a high-pitched yelp as I swerve but regain my focus on the road.
“You’re trying to give me a heart attack!” she yells, placing a hand on her chest while looking at me like I’m the crazy one.
“What the hell did you just say?” I bark, ripping my hand away from hers and gripping the steering wheel.
I just love her body?
“I—” she stutters, turning to face me in her seat with a worried frown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What the heck just happened?” Her worried voice makes my boiling blood turn into a simmer.
“You just said I love your body, but you made it sound like that’s all I love. Am I wrong?”
I abruptly pull onto the side of the road, and our bodies sway from my aggressive driving. Parking with stiff muscles, I turn to face her as she peers up at me.
She swallows tightly, slouching against the door. She scratches her neck in a nervous gesture. “Yeah, I did say that.”
