Excerpt from my first F1 romance, START YOUR ENGINES, which you can buy here
“Was he right?”
I don’t know how much she heard. I hope that she heard Antoine say he caused her crash, but I can’t answer. Is she referring to me wanting her? I’ll deny it forever if I have to, because she can’t know. I won’t have her ignoring me because she thinks I want to fuck her. Her eyes pinch as she attempts to decipher my thoughts, but I remain quiet.
“Do you want to work out your issues with me to prove something?”
I clench my jaw, and she lets go as if I’ve confirmed her fears.
“So this friendship we’re trying to resurface was you were proving you were the big man, and I was what, another silly fangirl who praised you?”
I shake my head. I try to speak, but her body is so close to mine it’s like her heat fills my veins while her anger has me on the edge of falling. “It was never about proving something.”
“Then what was that hug about? Why have you stared at me all night? I thought…” She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter what I thought.”
Goose pimples cover her arms, and she stares at my lips and then licks her own.
“What do you want from me, Senna? Do you want a friend? Because I can be a friend.”
She sighs, and her breath whispers against my lips. I should stop this conversation. I should be protecting her, not trying to seduce her. She’s my best friend’s little sister. Yet I hold my tongue desperate for her answer.
“Were you staring at me because you hate Antoine? Is this about being better than him? Because when I look at him, there’s nothing, but when I look at you, I…”
As she swallows, I fixate on her throat. I run her hair between my fingers, and my body comes alive as her pupils dilate, and she lets out a sigh that ghosts my lips.
“What happens when you look at me, Coults?”
She leans into me. I hold her hip, and she stares at me with this need that is like a drug injected straight into my veins.
“When I look at you, I want you.”
Fuck it.
My lips crash against hers. I grip her and pull her around a quiet corner where no one will catch us. She whimpers into my mouth. I suck on her lower lip, and she puts her arms around my neck, pulling me close.
She tastes of berries and alcohol. It’s like the sweetness and the sin all at once, and I turn her so her back is pressed against the wall. I pull up her leg, and she tucks it against me so I can grind against her. She makes the sexiest gasps as my hand slides up her thigh and under her hem. My dick is so hard against her. Everything is out of control. I need this. It’s like the last ten years of wanting her are exploding into this moment.
A ringtone stops me dead. It’s “Kids” by MGMT. Niki is calling.
I pull away.
Her face falls.
“It’s Niki—”
She steps back and out of my reach. “You’d best get it,” she says without bitterness. Her eyes soften. “My brother is important. It’s okay. Let’s pretend this never happened. It was an alcohol-fuelled mistake, and we’re boss and driver...
If you want to know what happens next, you can buy START YOUR ENGINES, here or order a signed paperback directly from me here.
