Page 189 of Shade
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“I once used your toothbrush?”
I’m not sure she meant it to be a question, but it comes out like one. I laugh. “By the look on your face, I don’t doubt that’s true. . . but that’s not what you were going to say, is it?”
She shakes her head, nervously. “I no longer work foryou,” she blurts out.
It takes me a few seconds to understand the meaning but when I do, it’s like being hit in the chest. You heard her, right?
Do you know what that means?
My body does, instantly, instinctively, blood rushing and heart pounding. I drop my face lower, parted mouth finding skin, and I grip the seat between us. I blink and breathe, and the world around us seems nonexistent. “Let’s go. Fuck this competition. I want you.”
Scarlet giggles, pushing back, creating distance, her hands on my shoulders. It’s a good thing my bike is between us, or she’d feel my rock-hard dick digging into her like it is into the fender. “No way. I don’t have sex with losers, so you better go out there and win.”
I take her left wrist in my hand, brushing my lips over the soft skin, her racing pulse beneath my tongue before my teeth graze her lightly. “The moment this is over, I’m fucking you.”
“It’ll be a miracle if we make it to the car,” she teases playfully, unknowing that there’s a good amount of truth to those words.
