Page 106 of Handle Me

“You’re mine,” I said roughly.

“And you’re mine,” she replied breathlessly.

I groaned and surged up, lifting her off the couch and carrying her toward the stairs. Slipping one hand lower, I brushed my fingers over her bare sex.

Lola gasped as I pressed my fingers against her wetness and bucked her hips against me like a command. I growled low in my throat at the sensation of her against my palm, her sex sliding wantonly as I teased her with my fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I continued to stroke her.

I took the stairs two at a time, nearly losing patience and stopping at the top to fuck her on the floor. But there would be time for that later. Tonight I wanted her in my bed.

Reaching the bedroom, I kicked open the door and carried her to the bed. We pulled apart, our hands frantically pulling each other’s clothes off. When she was naked, I dropped to my knees and spread hers apart.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I warned her.

Lola pushed onto her elbows, her eyes bright and needy as I leaned down and licked. Her breath hitched, her whole body going loose and tight at the same time. Burying my mouth into her, I watched as her eyes rolled back. Her moans filled the room as I explored her with my tongue. She writhed beneath me, her body tense and trembling with pleasure.

“Oh, God, Anders,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”

I didn’t intend to. I flicked my tongue over her clit, then sucked it gently between my lips. Her body arched off the bed, and she cried out my name, her hands twisting the sheets tightly. But I kept going until her whole body was shaking, relishing the taste of her climax. When she collapsed onto the mattress, I finally slowed.

I crawled up her body, letting my cock fall between her legs. She reached for it and wrapped her hand around it, stroking as I captured her nipple with my teeth and gently tugged.

“Harder,” she demanded, and I smiled, happy to oblige.

Grabbing her hips, I flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her hips up. Lola moaned into the sheets as I positioned myself at her entrance.

“I love you,” I whispered and plunged inside her with one powerful thrust.

Her back arched up, and I leaned forward, covering her body with mine. I wrapped her hair around my hand gently, guiding her body to match my pace until she was sobbing my name. I felt her clench around me, her climax prompting my own, and we came together.

She went limp beneath me, and I hauled her into my arms and collapsed onto the bed. We lay there in total silence. I counted her breaths, marveled at the rapid beat of her heart, and kissed her shoulder.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to move to London?” I teased, nuzzling into her hair.

She twisted in my arms to face me. “Yes, but feel free to spend the rest of the night persuading me.”

My fingers traced the lines of her back as I held her. My mind refused to quiet down. Now that I had her, I never wanted to lose her.

“Be honest with me. How do you feel about me racing?” I asked, adding, “I see how much it scares my mom. If it scares you...”

She took a deep breath and laid her head on my chest. “It does scare me,” she admitted, her voice quiet, “but I still don’t want you to give up racing. It’s part of who you are. I don’t want to change you.”

“Says the woman who threw out half my clothes and replaced them with suits,” I chuckled.

She tilted her head up and looked at me. “A decision I stand by. You look good in a suit. And a T-shirt.” She trailed a finger down the length of my abs. “And nothing at all.”

“That’s doable.”

She kissed my pec. “But I don’t want you to think racing defines you. You’re more than that. You’re everything.”

I stared down at her. Stared at the woman who saw me, who knew me, who dared to love me.

“I love you,” I said, rolling her onto her back and settling between her legs. “Racing. Winning. None of it matters.”

“Don’t tell McKinnon,” she teased. “I think winning is pretty important to him.”

I laughed and nipped her lower lip. “I already won when I fell in love with you.”