“Because it tells me that you’re taking this seriously. You’re the most badass person I know, Zara. But I’ve seen you take some crazy risks. And this race is going to be as risky as it gets.”
He cups my jaw, his slightly rough fingers finding the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“I know. But we’re going to be prepared this time. And you and Lev are gonna be there to protect me.”
Ares closes his eyes for a second, touching my forehead with his. “I hope you know that I’d protect you at all costs. I would give my life for you, princess.”
I know he means it.
The way he’s looking at me, his touch, the tone of his voice are soft; softer than I’ve ever thought Ares was capable of.
“I don’t want you to give your life for me.” I grab his wrist, leaning harder into his cupped hand. “I need you here, by my side. So we’re gonna do this and no one is giving their life.”
His lips curl up into just the hint of a smile. “Careful, princess. If you say stuff like that, I’m gonna start thinking that you really like me.”
“Idiot.” I chuckle. “As if I hadn’t already told you that I love you.”
“I love you too.” He takes my mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
My lips part for Ares, and I melt against him. I can feel his passion for me in every stroke of his tongue against mine; he breathes me in as if I were the air he needs to survive.
Before I know it, our bodies are pressed together, and his hands are undoing the zipper of my fitted racing jacket.
“I need you so fucking much.” He growls, closing his hand over one of my tits.
My body responds in earnest, and the residual adrenaline from the racetrack that’s still coursing through my body mixes with the effects of Ares’s touch. I’m so excited that I can barely breathe.
“I need you too.” I pant against his mouth. “Maybe we can go to the changing rooms.”
“I’m not gonna fucking make it to the fucking front door of that building, princess.”
Rather than walking into the next building, he pulls me into the narrow alleyway between the garage and the racers’ quarters building.
As my back hits the concrete wall, his lips are still on mine, licking, biting, owning.
I pull down the zipper of his own leather jacket, relishing the heat that radiates from his hard, sculpted chest.
There’s still the layer of thin fabric of his tight t-shirt between us, and I pull it out of his pants to sneak my hand underneath. His skin is hot, smooth and taut to the touch.
“Thank fuck you don’t train in a full race suit.” I pop the button of his leather pants, biting on my bottom lip at the sight of his very obvious erection under the black leather.
“Thank fuck you don’t either.” He opens my own pants, pulling them down over my ass. I kick off my boots and he helps me yank off my pants right before he lifts me up against the wall.
My thighs are wrapped around his hips, and Ares holds me up with one hand while he finishes lowering his pants and freeing his cock.
“Oh my God.” I whimper when he presses his rock-hard shaft against my panties clad front.
“You’re so fucking hot and you’re soaking wet for me.”
We both moan at the increased friction as I grind my hips, squirming against him. I’m holding onto him with my arms around his neck, and he’s supporting my weight with both his hands.
“Ares,” I beg. “I need you now.”
“Me too, princess. I’ve got you.”
He balances my weight on one hand again, using the other one to move my panties to the side.
“Fuck.” We both groan when he pushes himself inside me.
