Page 46 of Overdrive (Speed Demons #1)

As soon as I made it back into my hotel room, I stumbled over to the minibar.

I pulled out two shooters, tossing them back as I struggled to undo the straps of my heels with one hand.

I just needed to be drunk enough to forget the hormones, the touching, the panty-melting kiss, the moment in the hallway, the sexual tension so thick I couldn’t function. Just… forget everything about him.

I was losing that battle… and the battle with that tiny little zipper on my back that my tipsy self couldn’t stand long enough to get it undone.

Wait.

Flopping face first onto the bed, I twisted my arms back, successfully undoing the zipper. I could finally breathe, my sweaty skin cooling instantly from the air conditioning in the room. I groaned, shimmying out of the dress before attempting to watch TV to distract myself.

No luck.

I grabbed another shooter and tossed it back. Then I found myself opening the nightstand drawer and grabbing a vibrator, because fuck, I was dying and needed some relief.

The orgasm came fast. It was gentle, incomplete, as if my body knew it wasn’t what I really needed. I huffed, dropping it onto the bed and making a childish whining noise. Just my fucking luck.

Maybe I could wash it all away.

I rolled out of the bed. My feet carried me into the bathroom, arms involuntarily reaching to turn the water to the shower on. Steam filled the space as I stripped out of my underwear, swaying slightly on my feet. I reached back to release my bra clasps?—

The knock at the door was insistent, like whoever was on the other side had no patience.

I grumbled, grabbing my silk robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and pulling it around my body, still flushed from the heat of the steam and my weak orgasm.

My head was foggy as I swung the door open, ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off—only to find him .

Callum stood in the dim hallway, arms braced on the frame above us, eyes dark, hair mussed, chest rising and falling with the kind of force that made my stomach twist. He was intoxicated.

I could see it in the way his eyes were slightly unfocused, in the rosy hue in his cheeks, in the way his gaze dropped lazily to where my robe had slipped off one shoulder.

His expression hardened. His eyes flickered past me, toward the direction of the bathroom. His grip on the doorframe tightened.

“Who the fuck is in your shower?” he growled, voice low, lethal. His accent was adorably stronger than usual, and wow I was more than a little obsessed with it.

I blinked. “What?”

Callum’s nostrils flared. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Before I could process the accusation and shove him back into the hallway where he belonged , he was already inside, the door slamming shut behind him. His body molded to mine, all muscle and reckless want. The air crackled—thick, heavy, breathless—like it knew what we were about to do.

Oh God. He was in my room and I was alone, horny, and my inhibitions had long since flown out the window.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Aurélie. Because if there’s someone else in this goddamn room,” he continued, voice rough and ragged as he pressed me back against the wall. “I swear to God, I’ll rip the place apart. So please fucking tell me no one else has their hands on you tonight.”

My breath caught, my mind spinning to catch up. “No one is here, you jealous idiot.”

Callum exhaled sharply, jaw clenching as his hands slid down my arms. His fingers brushed over the belt of my robe, toying with the knot, smirking when my nipples hardened, visible through the thin layers covering me.

My breasts felt heavy and achy all of a sudden.

"Jealous," he huffed. "That's one way to put it. "

"Wanting you and letting you in are two different things, Fraser. And my entire fucking team is on this floor and could've seen you! Not to mention the walls here are thin. They will know. "

He stilled, eyes flicking to my mouth. "I love how my name sounds coming from you," he murmured, voice full of amusement and… something else that made me wet. “You’re lying to both of us if you say you don’t want me here."

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I’m not?—”

Callum yanked the robe open, exposing the lace cups of my bra and the fact that I wore no panties. He sighed as he took me in. His knuckles grazed my bare stomach, his fingers tracing lower, teasing, testing, claiming . Tiny shivers electrocuted me from his touch.

“Then why are you looking at me like you want me to ruin you?”

My stomach flipped. I hated how my body betrayed me, the way I ached for him even now, even reckless, even one small orgasm in.

The last of my walls were crumbling, and I couldn't stop it.

I'd been teetering for so long, refraining from caving to this soul-deep desire brewing between us, but I wanted to give in. Just for tonight.

“I don’t,” I whispered, weak and breathless and entirely unconvincing because I was lying through my fucking teeth. My eyes fluttered closed when one hand brushed my nipples, and I felt it all the way down in my pussy.

“Liar,” he murmured, his breath fanning over my ear. His fingers slipped between my thighs, and I gasped. “Fuck, Aurélie…” His voice was strained, like he was unraveling as much as me. “You’re soaked.”

My nails dug into his arms, scoring his skin, my body arching. I shouldn’t let him do this, shouldn’t let him pull me into the inferno with him. I didn’t stop.

“You really thought you could just leave me there?” Callum said, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss against my jaw. Fire licked its way through me.

“You’re an asshole,” I breathed, shivering against him, moaning after another open-mouthed kiss.

“And you’re still fucking dripping,” he shot back, grinning against my skin. His stubble scraped against me, leaving my oversensitive flesh burning. I would feel it tomorrow, and fuck, I loved the thought of that. “Melting like the pretty little mess you are. And it's all. For. Me .”

A growl ripped from my throat. I fisted the collar of his shirt and yanked him down into a kiss so desperate, so filthy , it stole whatever breath I had left. The moment our lips crashed, it was over.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, chasing my mouth like a man starved. “Take what you want.”

I wanted to say something witty, but my brain could only think about what my body needed. I shoved him back toward the bed, and he let me think I had the upper hand. The second I climbed over him, he flipped us.

Callum smirked down at me, hands braced on either side of my head. “My turn.” And then his focus shifted to the right of me, and my head swung to see why. I yelped, scrambling to grab my vibrator, but he beat me to it.

“Aurélie,” he said, somewhere between a warning and a taunt. “Why’s it warm and wet? It looks too pretty to be this dirty .” He said it so seductively that my nipples tightened more, which he zeroed in on.

The toy was rose gold, a soft matte silicone with a bulbous tip designed to hit just right.

The high and constant vibrate was my favorite setting, and right now, Callum's veiny hands held it with a too-firm grip that made me think about all the ways I wanted him to use it on me…

but this was a hook-up. And it should stop after this.

My pulse went nuclear. “Seriously, fuck off.” I leaned up on my elbows, trying to grab the sleek, curved toy.

He pulled his arm back easily out of reach.

The movement made the loose knot of my robe fall open, and the fabric pooled at my sides.

My legs widened on the bed. His gaze dropped and stayed there.

My breath caught in my throat as I slowly lowered myself back down to the bed.

His hands lowered, fingertips pressing gently to the inside of my knees, spreading me just a little further.

The touch had my nerves exploding, and I squirmed under the weight of his stare.

I was overheating, panting, and a sweat broke out on my back from how he seemed to be memorizing the way my pussy looked bared to him like this.

My hips twitched, and I was completely fucking helpless.

I could feel myself grow wetter; a slow drip down the cleft of my ass both startling me and turning me on more.

Seeing his hands on me, holding my toy… I moaned. He squeezed it, knuckles white, jaw tight as though he was holding himself back from doing something truly fucking unhinged. I wanted him like this, because it was how I felt, too. I wanted us equally crazed for each other.

Then his tongue traced his bottom lip, and I whimpered. "Callum."

His attention snapped to mine, wild and dark and unrecognizable.

Mon Dieu. "You want to show me how you use this, love?

" he asked in a sinfully delicious tone.

He let go of me with the hand holding the toy, turning it over in his hand and brushing the curved tip against my inner thigh.

"Or should I make you watch while I do it for you? "

I couldn't answer, but it didn't matter. A second later, the mattress dipped and Callum's presence crowded every thought in my head when he braced himself above me. He dragged the toy slowly up my slit—not pushing, just teasing. I gasped at the contact, craving more.

"You're so needy and I haven't even turned it on," he whispered as he pressed the tip in, barely enough to feel. I fisted the sheets, and then he pulled it out. My hips jerked forward, desperately chasing him. "Uh-uh. You will take what I give you, Aurélie."

God, his voice and the command in it. The way he said my name, the soft roll of the r , the way his tongue curled around the l , the way he shortened the second syllable with his accent. It completely owned me, controlled my body's responses, and was just… reminding me that right now, I was his.

I never wanted it any other way .