Revved (Page 103)

“I love you,” I sob against his lips. “I’m sorry I left. I just…love you so much, Carrick.”

Cradling my face in his hands, he brushes my tears away with his thumbs. “I love you, too, babe.”

That only makes me cry harder.

Staring into my eyes, he says, “You wanna get out of here?”

I’m instantly reminded of Barcelona and the first time we slept together.

Swallowing a hiccup, I give him a watery smile. “Is that a trick question?”

“There’s my girl.”

Then, he smiles so beautifully that it makes my stomach launch a thousand butterflies.

Giving me one more kiss, he takes my hand and leads me through the garage, not saying a word to anyone.

When we’re out the door and near the stairs to the driver’s room, he says, “Wait right there. Don’t move.”

After a swift kiss to my lips, I watch him jog up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Then, before I know it, he’s coming back down. “Room key.” He holds it up, shoving it into the pocket of his overalls, along with his wallet and phone. Then, he pulls on the ball cap that was in his other hand.

He takes my hand again, and we’re walking out through another door. When we’re outside, we quickly move across the paddock toward the main exit.

“You got a car?” he asks.

“My mum’s.” I dig the key from my pocket, holding it up.

He takes it from me. “I’m driving. I’m faster than you.”

Then, I’m forced to part from him as we climb into my mum’s car. But the minute we’re inside, he grabs me by the back of the neck and presses a firm kiss to my lips, leaving me breathless and wanting.

Starting the engine, he peels out of the parking lot. My hand is in his the whole ride to Carrick’s hotel. Thankfully, the hotel isn’t far from the Autódromo, and in no time, we’re pulling up front and getting out.

Meeting Carrick on the pavement, he takes my hand again.

Leading me into the hotel, he tosses the keys to the valet. “Park her up.”

Then, we’re in the elevator. Carrick presses the button to his floor. I can’t wait for the door to close, so we can get upstairs, and I can finally touch him like I need to. But clearly the gods aren’t on our side because a man appears outside the elevator, wanting to get in.

A low growl comes from Carrick, and then he says, “I’ll give you everything I have in my wallet right now if you don’t get in this elevator.”

My eyes ping to Carrick in shock, but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at the man. So then, I look at the man, interested in how this is going to go.

The man looks to be English. He’s in his late forties, well dressed in a sharp black suit.

A hint of a smile touches Suit Man’s lips. “You’re Carrick Ryan, right?” It’s not a question. He knows it’s Carrick.

“Mmhmm.”

The door starts to close, but Suit Man stops it with his foot. “My kid’s a big fan of yours. Can you sign this for him?” He holds out the newspaper that was under his arm. “Do that, and I’ll leave you in peace.”

I hear a short burst of laughter come from Carrick, and then he reaches out and takes the paper. It’s the sports section, and I can see Carrick’s picture on the front.

“You got a pen?” Carrick asks Suit Man.

“Yeah.” He pulls one from inside his jacket pocket and hands it to Carrick.

Resting the paper against the elevator wall, Carrick quickly signs his name across his picture and hands the newspaper and pen back.

“Thanks,” Suit Man says, stepping back from the elevator. “My kid will be thrilled. I’ll be in his good books for weeks.”

Carrick chuckles low. “Well, give him this, too, and it might turn those weeks into months.” Carrick pulls the cap from his head and hands it over to Suit Man.

“That’s great.” He taps Carrick’s hat on his hand. “Thanks so much. And enjoy the rest of your day.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Carrick mutters low, jabbing the button for his floor.

The door closes, and we’re finally moving up.

“That was sweet what you just did, giving him your cap.”

Carrick turns his face to me. His eyes are blazing, and it makes my insides tremble.

“I’m not sweet, Andressa. I’m hard. Really fucking hard.”

He takes my hand and presses it against his very present erection, making me gasp and my knickers instantly soak through.

Turning fully to me, he backs me up against the wall. Hands braced on either side of my head, he lowers his mouth to mine, lips almost touching. His breath brushes over my skin.

My body is quivering with need, and suddenly, I’m very breathless. “I can’t believe you offered that man money not to get in the elevator.”

Moving a hand, he runs it over the curve of my waist, pressing his hips into mine. “I haven’t been inside you for two fucking months. I’d pretty much say or do anything to speed that up.”

I don’t get a chance to respond as my words are swallowed up by his hot kiss.

It’s desperate and clingy on both our parts. His hands are in my hair, tilting my head back, so he can get better access to my mouth as he licks the inside of it. My fingers wind in his short locks, pulling on the strands, as I practically climb his body to get closer.

Two months of not having each other is pouring out into this one kiss.

But we have been apart. We haven’t really talked about that or anything, and we probably should before we even think about having sex.