Page 26 of Faster

Chapter Eighteen

Micaela would never have to wonder what it would be like to blow up in a car crash again.

The way Liam kissed was like a supernova happening in her own body.

She felt as though she was floating through space instead of trying to join the mile-high club with her boss.

And, at that moment, he wasn’t her boss—he was the only person she ever wanted to kiss again.

In her mind, when she’d imagined this, his kiss had been hard and uncompromising.

Her fantasies had him plundering her mouth and taking what he wanted from her.

This was far different. Instead of a marauder, he was an explorer, using his mouth on hers and his hands on her body to discover everything he could.

And it may have felt like she was floating, because he held her several inches above the ground, his hand holding her ass.

Their pelvises were aligned, and she now knew his hard-on had definitely been about her and not the flight attendant.

She never wanted this moment to end, but there would come a point—probably at about the time clothes would start coming off—where one or both of them would become very conscious that they were making a decision.

He would think about how he was betraying his son—she didn’t agree with that assessment, but Liam was honorable to a fault.

And she was absolutely sure he’d never tasted any of his employees’ mouths the way he was tasting hers.

No one would have ever left his team, for one thing.

She didn’t care what flavor of person someone usually liked to kiss; everyone and their dad would like to kiss Liam.

That’s why men spoke about him with such hushed reverence—they all respected his career in motorsports and secretly wanted to make out with him.

She giggled into his ear when he moved his mouth down to her neck. She was drunk on him.

“Are you laughing at me?” he growled. People made fun of growling heroes in particularly salacious books, but the way her pussy clenched when he spoke in a low warning tone made her a believer.

“No.” She hoped he would just accept that as an answer and keep kissing her, but he stopped.

“What are you laughing about?” He pulled back and looked at her. She was almost grateful she was getting a moment to memorize him like this—debauched puffy lips and disheveled hair. There might have been a wrinkle or a bit of her lip gloss on his usually perfect shirt.

“I was thinking about how every straight guy I know wouldn’t think twice about making out with you—kind of like the Ryan Reynolds of motorsports.”

His brow furrowed, but he grinned at her. “If you can think about something as silly as all that, then I must not be doing a very good job at kissing you witless.”

“Why do you think I’m having such silly thoughts?” His grasp on her body tightened with the tension creeping into the conversation.

“Because we shouldn’t be doing this.” A statement and not a question. And they shouldn’t be doing this. But now that she’d kissed him, she couldn’t imagine not doing it again and again and again.

“And yet, I don’t really care. I’m having silly thoughts because I’m under the influence of your mouth. The bad news is that I’m already addicted.”

He didn’t return her light smile and seemed to grow even more stern. Too bad that turned her on even more and she squirmed in his arms. “You know, I’m not part of the mile-high club.”

She didn’t tell him the only other person she’d dated with access to a private plane was his son, and yet Liam would be the one to defile her on a plane. And she wanted him to do that right now.

He dropped his head onto her shoulder, and he seemed to be curled around her body. “I want you, Micaela. I just know I shouldn’t have you.”

“Maybe if you did have me, you wouldn’t want me so badly anymore.

” She hoped that wasn’t true, but she’d say anything to convince him to move this party over to her bed.

Maybe her father was right, and she was careless with her life.

This could end in disaster for both of them.

But part of her thought maybe it wouldn’t end.

She felt completely right in Liam’s arms. She wanted to stay there.

“I wouldn’t be forbidden fruit anymore. The thrill would be completely gone. ”

He looked down at her, incredulous. He knew that was a lie.

Them fucking on this plane wouldn’t end the fascination they held for each other.

It would unleash something neither of them could control.

Someone would find out, and then people who shouldn’t find out would find out. There would be scandal and controversy.

“I don’t want anyone to question why you’re where you are. I don’t want anyone to be able to take your success away from you—”

“Shut the fuck up, Liam.” She doubted any of his other employees could get away with talking to him like that, but he said nothing. “I’m fast because I’m fast. My results on track speak for themselves. This is completely separate from the fact that I drive for you.”

He paused before he started talking again, probably afraid she’d slap him if he spoke out of turn. But then he said the other thing standing between her and an orgasm. “And this isn’t about Brent?”

“Listen, I know you love him, but I don’t give a shit about Brent anymore.

He’s a teammate. A rival. A colleague who I don’t like very much.

But it’s not about the fact that we used to date or that he cheated on me.

If I wanted to get revenge for that, I’d tell the press any number of embarrassing things he did when we were together. ”

Liam’s brows rose. In another context, he’d probably want to know more about the embarrassing things.

Unlike her, he cared about his son, and doing this right now probably made him feel like a shitty parent.

But she’d just told him what he needed to hear.

Must have, because some of the tension left his body, and he nuzzled the side of her neck with the tip of his nose.

She shivered. “Yes. Yes. More of this.”

He chuckled and slipped his fingers inside her tank top, seeking out her nipple. When he found it, she sighed. He acted like they had all the time in the world, and she knew they had a few hours, if that.

“When do we land?” she asked.

“You’re worried about plane schedules, now?” He didn’t stop touching her, though.

“You’re just going so slow.” She didn’t mean for that to sound like a whine, but it sounded like a whine.

“So, you like everything to go fast?” He didn’t sound like he was judging her. He sounded like he did during briefings—as though he was filing away every bit of information shared for a later date.

“Not fast, but faster than this.” She didn’t have a lot of practice in telling men what she wanted during sex.

Outside of her relationship with Brent, she hadn’t had a lot of experience with relationships.

But Liam would demand to know what she wanted and needed—and what she didn’t want—at every turn.

He wouldn’t let her just tell him what he needed to hear so he could get his rocks off.

He demonstrated this by moving faster. He tossed her on the bed. She bounced a little, but she didn’t fall off. And then, he was hovering over her, so close she could feel the heat of his body through his clothes. “Tell me what else you want. What else you like.”

He was staring at her face, and she wasn’t quite sure what to tell him. At the moment, she liked that he was close to her. But they were both wearing too many clothes. “I want to feel your skin against me.”

He sat up, kneeling between her thighs, and started to unbutton his shirt. “Take yours off, too, Micaela.” He said her name like he was reminding her that he was fully aware of who he was doing this with.

She pulled off her top without sitting up, and his breath caught.

Now, she knew he’d been with models and actresses—some of the most beautiful women in the world.

But the way he ate her with his gaze told her that he wasn’t thinking about anyone else right now.

He was as wrapped up in her as she was in him.

Liam spent a lot of time in the gym. The Panther social media team made sure to document his time there for team thirst traps. But seeing the results of all that hard work up close was entirely different from scrolling through and seeing a video of him doing biceps curls.

He was all sharp angles and power. Without his shirt, he felt even bigger than he normally did. He was still wearing his pants, but she could see his thighs flexing through the fabric. “Take off your pants.”

He shook his head. “You first.” She pulled off her panties, flinging them against the wall of the cabin with one foot. “Now, what do you want?”

Her mouth went dry, but she still managed to say, “Your mouth.”

“Where?” He leaned close to her again, and then they were skin on skin. She opened her legs and wrapped them around his thighs, almost embarrassed by the wetness between her legs. But Liam groaned, so she was pretty sure he didn’t mind.

Liam kissed her again, before she could tell him she wanted his mouth everywhere.

He was more urgent with her this time. She dug her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and he growled into her mouth, satisfied.

His erection dragged across her clit as they pressed together.

She wanted more, but she could come like this.

“More. I need more,” she said when he finally broke their kiss. And he didn’t make her tell him what “more” meant. He methodically moved down her body until he was between her legs.

He kissed the inside of her thighs as though he was committing the flavor of her skin to memory. And then, she realized why he’d been going slow. He didn’t think this would happen again. He believed the lie he’d told both of them when he’d said they could only do this once.

But he didn’t know her well enough to know she wasn’t going to give up something she wanted—and she very much wanted him—so easily.

Sure, she understood his reasons, but he was licking the tendons between her pelvis and thigh when her pussy was right there for the taking.

He somehow knew touching her there would make her desperate for his mouth on her clit, for his fingers inside of her.

“Please, Liam.” His responding laugh was darkly sexy. But he heeded her plea and kissed her clit, sending electric desire coursing through her veins. She found her fingers gripping his hair and her thighs shaking as she pressed them against his skull.

He made feral sounds as he ate her out, but he was perfectly in control as he caressed her opening with one finger until she was pressing herself around him.

She wanted to be filled up with him. She wanted him to take every part of her and make it his own.

Tears formed in her eyes—the pleasure was so intense.

She felt like she was bracing for some kind of sudden impact, like she might die if it didn’t come and might explode when it did. Every part of her was taut with a delicious tension that she wasn’t sure she could survive much longer. “Liam, it’s so good.”

He made an agreeing sound into her body and added another finger. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She didn’t know if she was chanting that in her head or screaming so loud the pilot could hear her. But it didn’t matter.

She came so hard it was like the g-force of a sharp turn. Her whole body jerked and braced, and all the blood rushed through her veins and vessels. He kept touching her until it stopped.

It was like the first few seconds after hitting the wall, where she didn’t know if all of her parts were in good working order. The tears leaked from her eyes.

When she looked down at Liam, he was sitting on his haunches, his face drenched in her, with an expression of concern.

Until she started laughing and sat up to unfasten his belt.

“More?” he asked, as though he had come instead of her.

She nodded her head. “More.”