The door swings open fast.
Rava
I hear the door unlock behind me, and I know I’m fucked.
Shit.
Before I can even breathe, the door flies open. Gio. His eyes are already locked on me. He’s so far gone it makes my head spin. I freeze for half a second. And then I run.
Spinning around the Ducati, grinning even though my pulse is hammering. I can feel how badly he wants to catch me. I can see it. "God, you’re so desperate for me," I throw at him, voice breathless. "Who would’ve thought? Look at you."
He tries to cut me off, stumbling forward. "Rava—"
But I duck him again. I love this part. "Where’s all that pride, huh?" I taunt. "Gone. Completely fucking gone."
His jaw clenches. "I DON’T CARE!" he yells, faking his sadness, practically tripping after me. "SHUT UP AND FINISH THE FUCKING JOB ALREADY!"
God, he’s fucking feral. I can’t stop smiling. The tension is crawling under my skin like electricity. "Oh man…is it getting hot in here?" I tease again, still breathless. "Maybe I should take my shirt off." I’m playing with him. Every time I slip out of his reach, my chest feels tighter.
My legs are shaking. "Damn, I’m stillsohot," I keep going, pretending to wipe sweat off my chest. "I might have to take my pants off t—"
And then he snaps.
Before I can finish the sentence, he lunges forward, grabs my shoulders, and slams me back against the garage wall.
I gasp, breath catching hard. The air knocks out of my chest for a second. Then his hand flies up, wrapping around my throat, pinning me there.
I want him so badly when he is like this.
His grip isn’t even tight yet but my head spins instantly. And God, I love it.
I smile up at him, half-laughing through my breathless voice. "Oooh…I see you, Chokey Gio." I’m so hard I can barely think. His eyes are low. The low lighting makes his piercings shine more. He’s barely holding himself together.
I lick my bottom lip, knowing exactly what I’m doing.
I want him to lose it. I want him to wreck me.
He leans in, close. But he doesn’t kiss me. He just hovers there, driving me insane. I can’t take it. I push forward, try to catch his mouth.
He pulls back just enough to make me chase it, smirking. "See? Now we’re both desperate," he whispers. The tension is crushing. And then he finally crashes into me.
Our mouths collide like we haven’t kissed in years. I wrap both arms around his head, cradling him. He’s already right up against me, forehead to forehead, but he still tries to pull me closer, even though closer is literally physically impossible.
I don’t know what’s going through his head. But whatever it is? I’m in. If he wants me closer, I’ll disappear into him. He breaks the kiss for half a second, panting hard. "Bike. Now."
And I’m so fucking ready. His hands grab my hips, and with one solid motion he shoves me, setting me right on the bike. My back hits the tank, and he’s already leaning over me, caging me in. His breath is heavy, eyes locked straight into mine. The tension is so thick it almost chokes me. He kisses me hard again, desperately. We can’t get enough. Especially after today. His bare chest burns against me.
Between gasps, he whispers right into my mouth. "You were so fucking hot earlier." I barely manage a shaky breath between kisses. "I was stressed." He chuckles under his breath, his hands already on my waistband, undoing my pants, breath speeding up.
"You stood up for this right here."
I just grin against his mouth. My pants hit the ground before I can say anything. His hands drag down my thighs, palms sliding up again, fingers digging into my waist as he yanks me closer.
"I’m so proud of you," he murmurs, his voice rasping against my lips, breathless. I swallow, panting, smirking through the heat building inside me.
"Then show it."
His hands flex on my waist. "Gladly."
