Page 14 of Wrecking Boundaries (SteelTrack Racing #2)

I’m kissing her, and she’s kissing me back.

Sarah’s hands rest on my shoulders, and she’s kissing me back.

This entire evening has been an exercise in patience and restraint, even as instinct screams at me to go for it, to beg if necessary. I want to rush, and I want to go slow.

My hands move up her neck to cup her cheeks, and my tongue seeks out hers. Sarah’s hands wrap around my neck as she moves, putting some of her weight on me. I shift, pressing her back against the counter, and taste her more. The subtle taste of coffee lingers on her tongue.

I should slow down or move us to the bedroom, but both feel impossible. We’re here together, and all I can think is now. Now.

It’s been a year of waiting, and a part of me fears I’ll never have the chance again. Sarah will blink and remember that her brother can’t stand me, that trusting me is dangerous, and that I’m no different from those who came before.

So, I keep on kissing her, letting my hands and fingers explore her soft skin.

Our eyes meet, and her lips smile against mine.

I shift, and we move, clumsily lowering ourselves onto the floor. Our lips stay together, and my fingers twine themselves into her hair.

She’s under me, and her hands are as eager as mine. She strokes down my back and wiggles under my shirt. It’s bliss.

I’ve wanted her for so long, and now Sarah is finally here with me, trusting me, loving me. A haze grows over me, and I fear she might change her mind.

I grab my shirt, yanking at it until the buttons pop off. My belt is next. I reach under her dress and find her silken panties waiting. I pull, needing them off of her.

Our lips barely part, and she says my name.

I groan, remembering our bargain is for only one night when I want all of them. I want forever. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re on the kitchen floor.”

Reality snaps in, and I notice the bottom of the stovetop and a table leg. The kitchen faucet is still running.

Sarah is lying on the hard tile, with me pressed against her, and I didn’t notice. “Sorry, it’s been a long time, and I didn’t think.”

“You haven’t been with anyone?” She asks with disbelief.

I meet her eyes and pull a lock of hair back. “I haven’t been with another woman since we met over a year ago. No dates or hookups. Nothing. I haven’t wanted to. Why would I want someone else after meeting you?”

Sarah glances away, processing that information. “Me either,” she finally says, and my body relaxes. “I missed you, Jake.”

“I missed you too, Princess. Every moment of every long day.” I drag myself off her, stand, and offer my hand. She’s giving me another chance, and I won’t receive a third. “Let’s do this right.”

We move to the bedroom, which is where we should have started to begin with. I flick on a bedside lamp, enough to lend the room a golden glow and nothing else .

I remove my clothes and then her dress so only her underwear and bra remain.

“My hands are shaking,” I say after fiddling with the clasp. There’s so much electricity under my skin that I can hardly focus on a single act. Sarah finishes the job, and I finally see her again after such a long time. She has smooth skin and perfect curves. My fingers graze across her stomach. I want to take my time, but I’m still in a rush. “You still have freckles here.” A light dusting of pale pink freckles sits at the peak of her left breast. I kiss them and repeat the gesture on her other breast.

“They don’t typically go away,” Sarah says. She unconsciously touches them before stroking my chest.

My heart beats faster. “Hey. You want to make out?”

Her shoulders shake. “Is that what you call foreplay?”

“It’s my way of saying I want to spend the night worshipping you, and I need to make this last as long as possible.”

“Jake.” Sarah crooks her finger, and I lean in. “We can do it more than once.”

“I have much higher expectations than that.”

I swallow her laughter as we collapse on the bed.

∞∞∞

Time passes, and for all I know, it could be weeks. The nighttime sky peeks through the drawn window shades. They let in a dash of light, though I can’t tell if it’s from the moon or a nearby streetlight.

I snap on a bedside lamp, and she’s back on display for me.

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” Sarah says .

“You do that to me.”

There’s no clock to mark the time, only us. We’ve kissed so long that her cheeks and chest are red, and my lips are swollen. A spot on my back stings from where she scratched me.

We’ve touched every part of each other’s bodies. Her leg twisted itself around one of mine. I kissed her neck and down her throat, while ignoring her giggled complaints about bruises and marks.

“No, you always look like that,” she says. I slide a finger between her legs, and she gasps. Any further teasing is stopped.

“I’m finally home again.”

“Jake, you live here.” Sarah indicates the ceiling and surrounding space with her chin.

“No, not like this. Not with you.” I slide my finger back in and curl it, enjoying the strained mews that escape her lips.

I kiss her nipples and move down her body, taking care to keep up the slow rhythm between her legs. Sarah’s back arches, and I seize the moment to replace my finger with my tongue.

My hands force her thighs apart as I continue teasing and licking. Sweet and bitter. I almost forgot what she tasted like.

Sarah’s hips move and buck against me, so I move my arms to hold her still. Something tugs at my hair.

“You better not stop,” she says. Sarah’s strained voice quickly changes to a soft hum.

That won’t be a problem. My comment about high expectations was a promise. How many times can I make her come?

Her noises grow louder, and my tongue busier. I keep pressure on the soft nub and use my fingers to stroke the silky skin .

She bucks, throwing me off, and collapses back on the bed.

“That’s two,” I say, pulling my face from between her thighs.

“What?”

I wipe my mouth and move up her body. The hair at her temples is damp. I smooth it back and kiss her, letting Sarah taste herself.

“Do you still have that IUD? I have condoms in case, but considering everything.”

She shakes her head but says, “I still have it. There’s no need.”

Fuck. “Magic words.”

I fumble from wanting to be inside her. Sarah grabs my dick and slides her hips to meet mine. I move and push inside of her. It’s our first time in a year. It’s heaven and an eternity.

I wanted to draw it out as long as possible. Oh, well. I grab her wrists, moving them above her head, and our eyes meet.

“Magic moves,” she says.

I’m confused before realizing she’s twisting my words back at me. “I’ll do my best.”

It’s been a year, but I still remember our experiences. That means there’s no fumbling to learn what she enjoys most because I already know.

I further bury my hips between her and shift so my weight rests on my arms to thrust against her. Sarah’s body jerks and slides up the bed. I set a furious pace, moving against her until I draw out another moan and then slide away. Our frantic bodies snap and come together, keeping both of us breathless.

“Touch yourself for me.” Her hand slides between our bodies, so I adjust to watch her. “Like that.”

The image only stirs me further, and I end up slamming into her, feeling needy and desperate .

“Finish in me.”

My rhythm falters, and I jerk twice before stilling.

I suck in a breath. “Was it always like this?” I move to avoid crushing her. “It was always special with you, but that was…”

“Reunions can do that.”

Is that what this was?

“We should never have stopped.”

Sarah doesn’t respond, and I don’t care.

After, I pull her into my arms, with both of us curled together on our sides. I kiss her shoulder.

“I’ll take you home in the morning,” I say. “Stay with me tonight.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ll make you breakfast,” I offer, wanting to give her an additional incentive, even as she already agreed.

Sarah cranes her neck back to meet my eyes. “Why? We have enough to feed fifty more people.”

“Then dinner again.” I wait for a refusal, but it never arrives. “Are you coming to Bristol?”

“It’s Bristol, baby. I wouldn’t miss it.”

She committed to a few races to help a co-worker and has now attended several.

I want to ask her for more, but I hold my tongue. Despite beginning more than a year ago, our relationship is still very fragile.

NASCAR racing isn’t a quick sprint to the finish line. It’s strategy and timing; it’s waiting for your moment to act. Most of all, it’s knowing the person you are racing against, and I know Sarah.

I move us both so she’s lying under me. “Good. I expect a spare key to your room.” She raises a brow. “It’ll be my good luck charm.”