“Yeah,” he murmured with a small chuckle, his teeth grazing my earlobe, his voice pure sex and destruction. “That one.”
I was going to beg. Or combust. Or die. Or all of the above.
But he wasn’t done.
His lips skimmed down my neck, the fingers fully under my panties now tracing me, coaxing me open. And then, softly—almost too soft to hear, “I’ve never told anyone… that you’re the only person who’s ever made me forget about winning.”
I stopped breathing completely. Not because of where his hand was or even because I was already falling apart. His words… he meant them, and he sounded as terrified of it as I was. And,monDieu, he justgotme.
I wasn’t getting out of this night untouched.
When he pulled back, his eyes were burning hotter than blue flames at the center of a fire, his hands sliding back to my thighs, and I gulped. My brain struggled to function. My body was a thousand degrees too hot. My stomach was full of butterflies waiting to be released.
And he was just staring, watching my reaction in real time to see how completely fucking gone I was. Forhim.
“Your turn again,” I whispered, trying to lighten the mood as I forced myself to release his shirt, and instead clasp my hands into my lap to stop the trembling.
He hummed. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?”
The question caught me off guard, and I smiled despite myself. “Getting caught having sex on the hood of my car by the coppers. I’venever ran so fast in my life.”
His laughter was rich, and I couldn’t help but laugh too. “I can only imagine the look on their faces,” he said, still laughing. “You must have given them quite the show.”
I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play it off as if it was no big deal. “I guess so. To be fair, I wasn’t the one who decided to park in a spot with zero privacy. But still, getting caught with your pants literally down and having to make a run for it was not the kind of ending I was hoping for. By the time I made it back to my car, the coppers were gone, and so was my date. I high-tailed it out of there.”
“Wait, what happened to your date?”
I shrugged. “Ditched him. Never saw him again, and he never reached back out.”
He nodded, his gaze still fixed on me, and I couldn’t help but feel like he saw right through me. “Wow. Well, I can only imagine how much of a thrill it was,” he murmured. “The danger, the rush… sounds like my kind of adventure.”
“It was definitely an experience,” I admitted, trying not to think about how much I wished he’d been there.
Callumchuckled, brushing a thumb over the back of my hand. “I can imagine. So, you were hell on wheels, even then.”
“And you’re still hell on my nerves,” I shot back. “My turn,” I said, letting the next words roll off my tongue deliberately. “Do you always fuck like you race?”
His brows lifted, blue eyes sparking with heat and challenge. “And how would that be?”
I smirked, biting the inside of my cheek. “Fast. Relentless. Always needing control. A little reckless when you know you can get away with it. And when it really counts? You go all in. No hesitation.”
“Not a bad assessment. But if you’re asking, I have to wonder—are you looking for a reminder?”
Fuck. I’d walked right into that.
“You tell me,” I whispered, shifting just enough that my mouth brushed his ear—taunting, trembling, needing. “Was Miami enough for you?”
“Enough?” he echoed, dragging his nose along my jaw, sending a full-body shiver down my spine. “Moncœur, I still hear you when I close my eyes.”
Heat flooded my cheeks—but more than that, it flooded between my thighs. Damn him.
“So I guess you should already know the answer to your question,” he added smoothly.
I exhaled sharply, trying not to drown in him. “Do you always take risks?”
He grazed the soaked lace between my thighs. “Only when the reward is worth the gamble.”
Here lies Aurélie Dubois.
