Page 69 of Falling Fast
‘Fuck.’ Leif bucks, tightening his grip on my hips.
‘Almost.’ I slip my fingers between us.
‘Ava –’ He surges upright, wrapping his arms around me as he shudders, but I don’t mind because I’m almost there too. I can already feel myself tightening.
I fling my head back and cry out, my whole body convulsing as I shake. My orgasm bursts through me, more intense than any I’ve ever felt before. It’s like my whole body is contracting to a single point and then bursting apart, making the room reel around me. It’s so amazing I keep on rocking against him because I want to draw out every last drop of feeling.
A few minutes later I’m wrapped in Leif’s arms, lying against his chest. We’re so sweaty we’re practically glued together. I probably look a total mess, but I don’t care. I feel safer and more relaxed than I have in a long time.
I close my eyes and let sleep overtake me.Wow.If that was a sprint race, then I can’t wait for the main event.
We’re halfway through the summer break and for those who wonder what F1 drivers get up to during their holidays, we’re reliably informed that at least five of them are busy enjoying romantic getaways. Jaxon Marr, Giovanni Bauer, Noa Shimizu, Idris Llewelyn and Hugo Zaragoza are all soaking up the sun with their other halves.
Meanwhile, committed bachelors Corey Hammond, Matti Erikkson and Hayden Quaid have been enjoying the party scene in Monaco. As for Leif Olsen, he’s being as elusive as ever …
@MotorsportEchoNews, 8 August
TWENTY-TWO
‘YOU MISSED A BIT.’ I wave my paintbrush across the living area at Leif. ‘On the left. I told you, if you concentrate on three-foot sections at a time –’
‘– then I won’t miss anything.’ He chuckles and runs his roller over the area I’m indicating. ‘Not all of us are so ruthlessly organized.’
‘You’ll thank me later.’
‘I’ll thank you for a lot of things.’ He puts his paint tray down and comes over to my ladder, holding it steady as I stretch upwards. ‘Be careful.’
‘I’m almost finished.There.’ I survey my own section of wall with satisfaction. ‘That looks pretty good.’
‘Very professional.’ He strokes a hand down my leg. ‘You know, you look sexy in my old race overalls.’
I throw him a playful look. The overalls are from a couple of seasons ago, but they’re soft and comfortable and smell like oil and rubber. Maybe some people wouldn’t find that a turn-on, but I’ve had goosebumps all morning. I’m also completely naked underneath, but that’s something I want Leif to discover for himself.
‘So which room do we paint next?’ I ask.
‘None of them.’ He squeezes my calves. ‘I can do the rest myself. You should be enjoying your time off, not helping me decorate.’
‘I like to keep busy.’
‘I’ve noticed.’ He steps up close behind me, his voice deepening. ‘But I can think of other activities for us, trust me.’
Trust me… I feel a stutter in my chest. I’ve had a couple of these moments since we slept together – nothing major, just times when I’ve had to stop and take a few breaths. Idotrust Leif, only sometimes the thought of it overwhelms me, making me feel like I can’t get enough oxygen. Luckily, I’m relaxed enough today that I can calm the panic quickly.
‘Is that so?’ I twist around, handing him my painting tools to put aside before stepping down a few rungs. ‘What exactly did you have in mind?’
‘A little rest and recuperation, that’s all.’ He grasps the ladder on either side of me, making a cage of his body.
‘I suppose I am feeling a little hungry.’ I toy with the zip of my overalls. ‘Could you make me some more waffles?’
‘Didn’t you have enough for breakfast?’
‘I don’t think enough is ever going to be enough.’ I draw my tongue slowly over my lips. ‘You’re gettingsogood at them …’
‘Then I’ll make some. Later.’ He presses against me in a way that makes me purr with pleasure. ‘First, we need to work up more of an appetite.’
‘We’ve been painting all morning!’
‘I still have energy.’
