Revved (Page 42)

I tilt my head to the side. “Does it work as good as it looks?”

The grin reaches his eyes, kicking up his brow. “Better.”

The next thing I know, I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing me deep and hard, his tongue sliding against mine. His hands grab my behind, and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist.

I don’t feel as tall as I am when I’m with Carrick. He’s so male, so fucking confident in everything he does, that he makes me feel feminine.

But scariest of all is how vulnerable he makes me feel.

Somehow, we end up on the bed with me on my back and Carrick firmly situated between my legs.

Our kiss becomes harder, bordering aggressive. I put that down to the sexual tension that’s been building between us for weeks.

His hand pulls the cup of my bra down, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple. I gasp, my hips jerking against him with need.

Seeming to enjoy my reaction, he breaks from our kiss, leaving me breathless, as he kisses his way down to the breast he just exposed.

When his lips close around my nipple, I all but orgasm.

“You like that?” he asks hoarse.

My response comes out somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

Then, he’s getting to his feet.

I blink up at him standing there in all his godlike glory.

His hand wraps around my ankle, lifting my leg. Fingers sliding along my skin, he slips my shoe off and drops it to the floor. He presses a soft kiss to my instep, and my belly quivers. He removes my other shoe, tossing it over his shoulder.

Leaning over me, he hooks his fingers into my knickers and stares deep into my eyes. “Are you ready for me, Andressa?”

“Yes,” falls from my lips in a breathy whisper.

As he pulls my knickers down, I lift my hips to give him purchase.

Not bothering to wait for him, I remove my bra, throwing it to the floor behind me.

I know the instant he sees my bare breasts for the first time because his eyes flash hot, like someone just struck a match behind them. Then, he lets out a rough-sounding growl, and that’s when things get a little crazy. He’s back on me, pinning me to the bed and kissing the hell out of me, while his hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple with just the right pressure. His other hand slips between us.

I almost come out of my skin at the first touch of his fingers on me.

“Fuck…” he groans. “You’re soaked.”

I should feel embarrassed, but I’m not. All I feel with him is…everything. Everything I shouldn’t.

“I kinda want you…a lot,” I admit in a whisper.

Lustful eyes meet mine. “I kinda want you, too. You have no idea just how fucking badly.”

Lifting my head, I press a kiss to his lips as my hand reaches down and wraps around his bare cock, something I’ve wanted to do for a while now. He’s scorching hot to the touch.

A groan escapes him.

“By the feel of it, I’d say you want me really, really bad,” I murmur huskily against his mouth.

I feel his responding grin. “And I’m gonna really, really take you.” He pushes a finger inside me, driving up until he’s touching his knuckle.

My legs shamelessly fall open on a whimper, and he starts to fuck me with his finger, his thumb rubbing over my clit.

“God, yes,” I moan as my body begins to coil and tighten, starting the climb toward the amazing orgasm I know he’s soon going to give me.

“You’re so fucking sexy. That’s it, babe. God, I’m going to fuck the hell out of your tight body all night long,” he says rough.

I have no doubt about that. Carrick Ryan might be fast on the tracks, but I’m betting he takes his sweet time in the sack.

Pushing my fingers into his hair, I grip the strands as his mouth descends back to my nipple, sucking hard.

A jolt rushes through my body, going straight to my sex. “Yes!”

“Are you close, Andressa?”

“Yes, oh God, yes. Don’t stop…” I beg.

Then, his fingers are gone, and I’m left cold.

“Que porra é essa?” I cry out. Yes, that came out in Portuguese. I do that sometimes when I’m surprised or pissed off.

“What did you just say?” There’s a low growl to his voice that shivers right through me.

“I said, ‘What the fuck?’ When I said, ‘Don’t stop,’ in English, did you somehow hear that in a foreign language?” I let out a huff of annoyance.

He rumbles out a deep laugh. “Andressa, I stopped because the first time you come, I’m going to be inside you. I want to feel your orgasm, not see it.”

First time? There’s going to be more than one?

“And you can speak your Brazilian filth to me while I fuck you as well.”

My mouth drops open. He’s such a…Neanderthal! But God…so hot.

Carrick reaches to the nightstand and gets a condom from the drawer. I try not to think of how many of the condoms from that pack have already been used on other women.

He has the condom on in record time, and he is back on me, pinning my body with his with my hands above my head. Without another word, he thrusts inside me.

I gasp at the fullness of him, my body tensing around him.

He stills, his whole body rigid, and his eyes close tight, almost like he’s in pain. “Jesus…you’re so fucking tight.”

His eyes open, and the look in them makes my breath catch and my heart pound.

“How long has it really been?” He knows my little I-said-I-haven’t-been-in-a-relationship-in-two-years-not-that-I-haven’t-been-with-anyone speech at the party was bullshit.