“Gentlemen, start your engines.”
Her heart jumped. Was she wearing underwear?
He grinned.
I’ll know. Soon enough.
His hands inched up. And with each inch, the heavy throbbing between her thighs extinguished one of those red lights that signaled the start of the race once they were all out: five—four—three—two …
He stopped, his thumb brushing back and forth along the edge of the shirt’s hem. Not three inches away from …
His hands slid under and …
All. The. Way.
Up.
And.
In.
She gasped.
“You’ve been waiting for me.”
There was only a brief flicker in his eyes before they disappeared and she felt his hot breath between her thighs followed by his wet tongue, gliding along the lips of her vagina.
The blood in her veins bubbled, and she began to feel as though every bone in her body had dissolved into some sort of languid liquid.
Soon, I’ll be a puddle at his feet.
A sudden jolt shot through her as his wet tongue slipped inside and sparks of electricity flickered through her veins, making her entire body quake.
He took her throat in his hands and pushed her back until she was lying on top of the hood.
He loomed over her and thrust himself so deep inside her, she felt as though he’d stolen her breath.
She clutched his shoulders, needing something to hold on to because every quiver, tremble, and quake cut through what was left of her.
Nico jolted upright.
Damn.
She flung the covers aside, half expecting she might see him there. Once her breathing returned to normal, she went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Afterward, she walked down the hallway of the Barcelona Airbnb she and Charles were staying in and entered the kitchen.
Her heart leapt in anticipation when she saw the French press sitting on the counter.
She picked it up. There was coffee in it, and it was still hot. She poured herself a cup.
“Good morning.”
She swung around at the sound of Charles’s voice.
His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say there was a man in your bedroom.”
“Don’t be absurd! There’s no man in my bedroom!”
“There’s no need to shout about it.”
