Page 30 of Racing Dirty Trilogy Box Set

Xavier

It’s been almost two weeks since Izzy gave me a chance and the only thing on my mind is getting this blonde hair beauty home. Her parents are out of town for the weekend and I have the night planned out.

We have spent almost every waking minute together, I’ve shown her how much I’m committed to us being together.

She’s been sending me hints all night long, the way she would shiver under my touch or her gaze as deep as the forest surrounding us, would hold mine, hooded with lust. There is no going back tonight. Tonight, I will make her mine forever.

Dinner was hours ago and we’re both hungry again.

I didn’t want the date to end just yet, so here we are, cuddled together in our corner booth at The Diner.

Our waitress, who is one of the owners, took our orders a few minutes ago.

A country song plays throughout the diner speakers.

It’s the song ‘I don’t want this night to end’ by Luke Bryan.

Luke’s lyrics are spot on for me tonight. I don’t want this night to end.

Izzy’s long legs are tucked underneath her, her body up against mine.

I have my arm around her shoulders, holding her against me, close to my rapidly beating heart.

Her head is resting on my shoulder, her blonde hair in a messy bun on top, tickling my nose.

I lean in and inhale her vanilla scent, kissing her on her head.

She shudders again and looks up at me, her dark lashes fanning across her cheeks.

“Hey, X,” she says licking her lips. My cock grows hard, my heart thumping hard in my chest when she says my name that way.

I’m hoping she doesn’t realize how nervous I am. I’ve been with plenty of women but being here with her is making my throat go dry and my hands sweaty. I wipe them on my jeans and take a drink of water.

“Hey, B,” I respond. My voice husky, sending another shiver down her body.

“I’ve had a great time tonight. Thank you for taking me,” she says, giving a bright smile.

I smile back at her, my dimple showing. “I did too. It’s nice to be able to go out and do something besides racing. Besides, it’s your birthday and I wanted to give you a night to remember.”

Earlier, I took her to her favorite Italian restaurant inside the Casino. It’s a five-star restaurant that reminds me of Chef Ramsey’s restaurant from Hell’s Kitchen. Izzy is a big Chef Ramsey fan and for her eighteenth birthday, I thought I’d treat her to dinner, gambling, and dancing.

We didn’t have much luck gambling and we danced in the club at the Casino for the rest of the night.

Her tight little body moving against mine, made my mind race with all the things I want to do to her and with her.

Izzy’s tight jeans and yellow tank top were sticking to her skin with sweat as she would swing her hips and grind her ass against my crotch.

I would hold her back against my front and she would bring her hands up behind her head and grab my hair.

Exposing her neck as we danced, I kissed and licked it, tasting the salt from her sweat.

Her chest pushed out, begging for attention as her hips swayed back and forth.

There were a lot of steamy kisses we shared all night long, to the point where I wanted to find a dark corner and fuck her until she screamed my name, but I held off, wanting this to be perfect for her.

Dancing with Izzy is one of my favorite things to do now and I will have to remember to take her dancing all the time.

Our waitress brings out our food and sets our plates down in front of us, snapping me out of my memory. Izzy has two eggs over easy with white toast and bacon. The only thing she ever orders from here.

I have a farmer’s omelet with cheese and white toast. Izzy sits up a little to eat but doesn’t want to break contact with me. I keep my left arm around her shoulders while we eat quietly, her right hand on my thigh caressing it under the table.

She eats with her left hand, so she can keep teasing me under the table.

As we finish eating, her right hand is still drawing little circles on my thigh under the table, inching closer and closer to the place I’ve craved to have her touch.

I’ve had to stop several times and take a deep breath to keep it under control and not cream my jeans, like a middle schooler who just hit puberty.

The waitress brings us our check. “It’s good to see you two finally together. I’ve missed you coming in here with your dad’s every Friday night after a race when you were kids.” She leaves our check and walks away.

I kiss Izzy on the lips. “I’m going to pay for this, I’ll be right back." She nods her head, her eyes hooded with desire.

I walk to the register, taking deep breaths and pep talking to myself to keep it under control. I pay for our food and we drive back to her house.

All the lights are off inside as we make our way into the foyer.

I take my shoes off and we go up to her room.

Izzy closes and locks the door. I sit on her bed, watching her approach me with sparkling eyes.

She stops at her dresser first and turns on some music.

Our song “Keeper of the Stars,” plays on her phone as she hooks it up to her speakers.

She slowly approaches me and stands between my legs. I wipe the sweat from my hands on my jeans again then I grab her waist pulling her closer. I inhale her vanilla scent, closing my eyes to store this memory in my mind.

Izzy bends over slightly as I open my eyes, bringing her lips a breath away. “I’m nervous X,” she whispers against my lips. Her face is full of lust as I study her.

“So am I,” I confess. It’s true, no one has ever made me feel like Izzy does.

I stand up pulling her body close to mine, swaying to the music filling her room. I tug her head back slightly, staring into her eyes.

I lean in and kiss her hard, leaving her breathless. Izzy pulls my black shirt over my head and unbuttons my jeans with trembling hands. Before she pulls down my zipper, I stop her.

“Not just yet, B,” I tell her.

Knowing Izzy has never done this before, I want to make it special for her. We’ve messed around every night I’d sneak into her room these last two weeks, but we’ve never gone this far.

I remove Izzy’s tank top, exposing her purple lacy bra. I kiss each breast through her bra and she releases a moan as her hands tug at my black hair, pulling me closer to her.

I pull my face away from her lace covered breasts and unbutton her jeans. I slide them down her long legs, never taking my eyes from her as I go.

Izzy helps me pull them off showing me her matching panties underneath. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her perfect body. I kiss my way up one tanned, toned leg while my hands caress the other until my face is right at the V between her legs.

I breathe in her intoxicating scent and Izzy lets out a moan of approval. My heart is racing so hard, it feels like it will jump out of my chest.

I slide her panties down her legs and spread her feet apart. I remove her bra and settle her on the bed. I stand next to the bed watching her.

She finally has her breathing under control as she looks at me with a smile on her face, her hair fanning out on her pillow. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I unzip and remove my jeans and boxers, standing next to her just as naked as she is.

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she says. There is no hesitation in her voice.

I grab a condom from my jeans and put it on. I crawl my way up her body, kissing it as I go. “I’ll go slow, so I don’t hurt you.”

“Ok,” she whispers and licks her lips. I kiss her as our bodies connect for the first time, a million sensations thrumming through my body.

Sweat breaks out on my forehead, tingles rip through my spine.

Fire burns through my veins and I kiss her as I come so hard black spots cloud my vision.

Panting against her mouth, our breaths tangle together, she stops moving her hips and shudders against me, causing me to let out a groan.

As my vision comes back, I take care of the condom and lay next to Izzy, pulling her naked body against mine, she’s already asleep.

“I love you, Izabella Jones with my whole heart,” I whisper and fall asleep with her wrapped around me.