“I’m pathologically sure ofus.” I pulled back just enough to look at her, to see the desire etched on her beautiful face. “Now, I’ve had a problem all day. A real dilemma.”
“What’s that?”
“I couldn’t decide what I wanted more,” I murmured, my hands sliding up her hips, catching the edge of the shirt. “To strip this off you the second I saw you… or to fuck you while you were still wearing it.”
Her breath hitched. “Decisions, decisions.”
“I think I’ve decided on both.”
I lifted her into my arms, and she let out a surprised squeak, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. She clung to me, her center pressing against the hard line of my cock. Just a whisper of lace and thin cotton between us, and it was all I could do not to tear us both bare.
It was the best kind of torture.
“Definitely the second option,” I muttered before kissing her.
She melted into me instantly, arms twining around my neck. All I’d wanted all damn day was this. Her. The taste of hermouth, the heat of her skin, the way she sighed against me like she was coming home. I’d craved it, starved for it.
All I wanted was to celebrate with her. To show her with my mouth and hands exactly what this win meant. Whatshemeant.
I carried her through to the bedroom, our mouths never parting, her breath coming quicker as I lowered her to the mattress. I followed her, bracing myself over her so I could keep kissing her, feeling every shift of her body under mine.
She tugged at me, pulling me closer, her hips rising to meet mine. I rocked into her, grinding against the heat of her. She gasped, arching into me, her hands sliding under my t-shirt to press me closer, greedy for skin.
I pulled back, breathless, and just stared at her. “You drive me fucking mad, you know that?”
She bit her lip, eyes full of desire. “Pretty sure that’s mutual, Michaels.”
“All I wanted after that race was this. You. This is how I want every race weekend to end.”
She smiled and I kissed her again, slower, savoring her, letting my hands slide under the shirt to cup her breasts. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, loving the way she arched and groaned my name. Every sound went straight to my cock.
“The team thinks I’m your good luck charm now,” she whispered, amused.
“You are.” I kissed her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. “First race you wear my name, I win. That’s not a coincidence.”
She huffed. “That’s superstition.”
“No, that’s fact.” I grinned, fingers circling her nipple again, making her shiver. “And I plan to keep you in my colors for every race from now on.”
“Is that so?” Her hips rolled up, teasing me.
“Absolutely.” I kissed her again, trailing my mouth down her throat, worshipping every inch. “Starting with right now.”
“Griffin…” My name was a sigh on her lips, and I swallowed it, grinding into her, letting her feel exactly how much I’d needed this.
She tugged at my waistband. “Off.”
I smiled, kissed her one more time before getting off the bed. I stripped off my team polo, my eyes never leaving hers. Trousers, socks, everything followed until I stood before her completely naked. She watched me, pupils blown, cheeks pink, legs parted and ready and all mine.
I climbed back over her, resisted the urge to strip the shirt off. Part of me wanted her bare beneath me, but the sight of her half-naked, flushed, desperate, wearing my colors was too much to give up. At least not yet.
With my mouth pressed to the hollow of her throat, I trailed my lips lower, over her collarbone, to the swell of her breast. I took her nipple into my mouth through the soft fabric of the shirt, and she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.
She arched beneath me, and I groaned, fighting the urge to tear the shirt away and lose myself completely.
I worshipped her like that for what felt like an eternity, my hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body that the shirt revealed. When I finally moved between her legs, she was slick and ready for me. I traced her entrance with one finger, watching her hips lift toward me.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked for me.” My teeth grazed the inside of her thigh and I enjoyed her shiver. “Have you been like this all day?”
