He forces his thumb between my lips. “Stay quiet, baby.”
In the midst of riding out my orgasm, I open my mouth and suck on his thumb to keep quiet.
He curses under his breath, my body making a complete mess between my legs.
Wow.
That washot.
Once he realizes I’m slowing down, he pulls his thumb from my mouth. He runs the pad of it over my bottom lip. His fingers stay inside of me as he peers up at me with hunger.
“I have never witnessed something so fucking beautiful before in my life,” he says in awe.
My cheeks warm, and I send him a tiny smile.
“Come to my house later,” he pleads.
I don’t have it in me to deny him. I nod, and he exhales, like he was holding his breath until I agreed.
A noise sounds from the cockpit, and I hastily scramble from his lap. Rome grabs the blanket I was using earlier and bundles it on his lap to hide his erection. I shut my eyes and pretend I’m still asleep so Beck can’t see the flush on my neck.
Rome shifts, and my foot just so happens to end up on top of his lap. There’s a shift in the air, and I know my brother has walked out of the cockpit.
“If she knew she had her legs on you in her sleep, she’d probably kick you in the balls,” he says with humor.
Rome huffs out a fake laugh, and I smile to myself. I subtly press down on his hard length, just to mess with him, and his entire body stiffens.
A few seconds pass, and his hand wraps around my ankle. He gives it a good squeeze, and I happily drift back off to sleep, eager for time to pass.
Only this time, it isn’t to get away from Rome, but to getcloser.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
ROME
It’shard to keep my attention elsewhere.
Especially with Tessa sitting directly across from me at her parents’ dining room table.
No more than three hours ago, I had her in my bed without a single piece of clothing on. That's all I can think about. Each time she wraps her rosy lips around the end of the straw, I have to force myself to look away.
She’s doing it again.
I chew my bite of salad slowly, not even noticing the acidic bite of the vinaigrette dressing. The fork slips from my fingers and clatters to my plate.
Everyone glances up from their food, even Vivian.
Tessa has me wrapped around her pretty little finger, and from the looks of her grin behind her napkin, she knows it.
Vince clears his throat, pulling the attention away from me. “Have you taken a look at the weather this week? It’s going to be cooler than the previous year for the upcoming race.” He pulls out his phone with his wife pursing her lips from him using it at the table.
Tessa’s fork hovers in the air in front of her mouth, seemingly frozen. She looks as if she’s been caught doing something sheshouldn’t, and unless her father turns his phone and there’s photo proof of us together, then it’s fine.
However, I’m not sure how long we can keep this up.
What even isthis?
“It’ll get down to forty-nine the night of the race, according to this model.” Vince furrows his brow while gazing at his phone screen.
