His words, his touch, his tongue, all seemed as desperate as me, but he kept that boundary of not undressing me. His hands remained firmly over my clothes.
I would have to be the one to knock down the walls I’d forced us to build.
“Can we come back tomorrow?” I said against his lips. “Race then? Motel now?”
He pulled away, cupping my jaw with both hands. His eyes roved over my face, looking for any trace of doubt. I hated that I’d made him reconsider how I felt.
His lips pressed against my forehead. “Yes. Tomorrow.”
18
Chapter 18
Zoltán
She’d kissed me. Not a brush of her lips on my cheek. Not kissed me back. Fia Bacque had wrapped her arms around me and kissed me first. All she’d wanted throughout the day was to beat me on the race track, but she turned around and said she’d rather go back to that nasty motel she’d been scared of. With me.
I tried not to get too carried away.
But when we rinsed ourselves off in the showers of the park, I’d seen the outline of her naked body and nearly begged on my knees to have her again.There. Anywhere.
On the drive from my storage unit to the motel, we barely talked. I couldn’t touch her, or I might throw her in the back seat and have my way with her. I could still feel her lips hungry against mine.
I held the wheel tight, focusing on the road. I didn’t dare look at her. One glance and I’d pull over, unbuckle her, and drag her across my lap.The spanking she was about to get forpretending we weren’t anything the last month?
If she thought the bike had made her ass red-raw, she had another thing coming.
Every breath she let out, every sigh, every shuffle in her seat was a countdown until we got past that door.
She’d kissed me.
And I was going to do a hell of a lot more than kiss her back this time.
My cock was so hard, I was starting to go dizzy.
Which wasn’t the best idea, seeing as I was speeding to get back to our room.
I clung to my vision as hard as the wheel, my knuckles whitening.
The second I screeched the car into the space outside our door, she lifted her fist. “I have the key ready.”
My laugh was a breath of relief. She hadn’t changed her mind. She was as needy as me.
She didn’t wait for me to open her car door. We left everything in the boot. She shoved the key in the lock, and I was already behind her — ready to shut us into our own world.
As soon as the door was open, she didn’t step in. She whirled around to face me, grabbed my jacket, and dragged me down to kiss her again.
I swept up her tongue with my own, kicked the door behind us, and pinned her hands to the wall. She rubbed herself against me until I knocked her feet apart, against the skirting board.
“You’ve had this coming, Fia,” I warned her.
She smiled, panting, sin in her eyes as she defied me. “Give me your worst, Mr Farkas.”
I nipped at her throat, and she arched into mymouth, always wanting more.
“Needy girl, aren’t you?”
She nodded, scraping her head against the wall.
