Revved (Page 17)

“The guy is a fucking drill sergeant. I’m bloody starving as well. Muesli was what I was allowed to eat for breakfast. Fucking muesli,” he grumbles.

“Poor baby,” I tease.

That earns me a grunt.

My phone alerts a text from Mum.

Good night, darling.

The time zones are really starting to mess with her.

Chuckling to myself, I text her back.

Mum, I’m ten hours ahead of you, so it’s nine thirty in the morning here. I’ll call you tonight, so it’ll be morning your time.

She messages back straight away.

I love you.

♥

Then, I look up from my phone to see Carrick eyeing my bacon with what can only be described as longing.

“You all right?” I laugh.

“No, I’m dying of starvation.” He looks up at me. “Are you going to eat that bacon?”

Our hotel is one of the only places in Kuala Lumpur that serves proper bacon. I was looking forward to eating it, and I kind of don’t want to share it with him. I’m greedy like that.

Leaning back in my chair, I pick up my coffee cup. “Do you really think it’s a good idea for you to eat bacon? You’re on this health kick for a reason.”

He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Jesus, I’m not exactly overweight, am I?”

He flexes the muscles in his arms, and I have to resist the urge to stroke them—or lick them.

“And one piece of bacon isn’t gonna turn me into Jabba the fucking Hutt.”

“I’m pretty sure when Lucas created him, it was just Jabba the Hutt. Not Jabba the fucking Hutt. And if your dad sees me giving you bacon, he’ll have my job.”

“No, he won’t. Come on…just one piece of bacon.”

“No.” I move my plate toward me and away from him.

“Aw, come on, baby. You know you wanna give me some.”

Baby?

I feel that word wash through me like an erotic cleansing.

Pressing my thighs and lips together, I shake my head. “Nope. Your smooth Irish charm won’t work on me.”

Grinning, he gives me a look straight from the sex devil. “Aw, Andressa, baby, if you give me some…I’ll make it worth your while. It can be our little secret. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

“How do you manage to make a conversation about bacon sound dirty?”

“I’d say it’s a talent…but maybe it’s not me who’s dirty. Maybe it’s you. After all, you are the one interpreting it that way.” He lifts a brow.

And my face goes bright red.

His fingers creep over the table toward my plate. “So, am I getting that bacon?” He flutters his eyelashes at me.

Bastard knows how good-looking he is.

“Fine.” I give in. “One piece, and that’s your lot.”

I pick up a piece of bacon and hand it to him.

“Have I told you recently how awesome I think you are?”

“Nope.”

I watch as he puts it in his mouth, the way his eyes close on the taste.

“Well, you are. So fucking awesome. God, that’s some good bacon.” He moans, chewing it.

I start squirming in my seat at the sounds he’s making.

Who knew a piece of bacon could be such a turn-on?

I have a vision of me naked in bed with him above me, inside me, making those same noises—

“Okay, I need more.” His voice breaks into my sex thoughts.

“Hmm? What? Yeah.” I pass the plate over without even thinking.

Then, a second later, I realize what I’ve done. “Wait! Give that back! You’re gonna get me in trouble!”

I try to grab the plate, but Carrick scoops up all the bacon and shoves it in his mouth.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you just did that!” I slap my hand over my mouth, laughter escaping.

“Never underestimate what a starving man is capable of,” he says, munching his way through his mouthful of bacon, a glint in his eyes.

I can’t help but stare at him as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, it’s oddly sexy.

“God, that’s so much better. I feel like a normal fucking human being now.” He leans back in his seat, pressing a hand to his stomach.

“You have issues,” I quip. “Do you want the rest of my breakfast?” I gesture to what’s left, my coffee and half-eaten toast.

“Sorry.” He gives me a cheeky grin. “You want me to get you some more?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” I wave him off.

“So, what have you got planned for today?”

“Nothing much. Probably just gonna laze around the pool.”

“Even though the thought of you lying around in a bikini is awesome—”

I cut him off, “Who said I’d be wearing a bikini?”

“My imagination. Why? You going topless? Skinny-dipping?” His eyes spark like a struck match as he sits up straighter in his seat.

“No, perv. I meant, I might be wearing a bathing suit for all you know.”

“Way to take the fun out of it.” He pouts.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “I’m your friend, remember? You don’t perv over your friends.”

“Says who? As long as I’m not touching, I can do what I want up here.” He taps a finger on his head.

“And if you want me to keep being your friend, then you’ll knock it off.” I give him a smug smile.

“Fine, spoilsport.” He rolls his eyes. “So, instead of hanging by the pool in your old lady bathing suit, do you wanna come have some fun with me?”