Faster Deeper (Take Me...#2) (New Adult Bad Boy Racer Novel) (9 page)

“I’ll take care of everything,” I say, running my hands down
his rock hard chest, “We’ll get through this, you and me. It’ll all be for the
best, you’ll see.”

“The only thing I see right now is my gorgeous woman sitting
right in front of me after far too long,” Harrison says, his voice rasping lustily.
His tone sends ripples of excitement skirting across my skin. It’s been weeks
since we’ve been able to touch each other, hold each other. He’s right—that’s
far
too long.

“God, I’ve missed your hands on me,” I tell him, laying back
on the bed.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says, running his fingers
down my side. “I can’ believe I’ve managed to stay away from you at all. All
I’ve wanted to do these past couple of weeks is break down your door and carry
you away.”

“What am I, some kind of damsel in distress?” I laugh,
stretching like a house cast under his expert touch.

“Not even remotely,” he says, tracing a fingertip from my
collar to my navel, “That’s why I knew I could stand these two weeks. I knew I
could trust you to take care of yourself. To help me find a way to take care of
us.”

“That’s more like it,” I smile, arching my back as Harrison
swings a leg over my body. I’ve missed the weight of him on top of me so
badly—that comforting, warm presence. Right here, with Harrison, is where I
feel safe. It’s where I feel at home.

“I know you better than to think you need rescuing, Siena,”
Harrison says, his full lips just inches from mine. “But at the same time...I’m
glad we’re finally getting around to rescuing each other.”

He presses his lips firmly against mine, and a rush of
warmth spills over my entire body. Our mouths move together, our tongues
glancing against each other. He tastes even sweeter than I remembered. I bury
my hands in his sandy blonde hair, pulling him closer and closer to me. He grabs
my wrists, pinning them above my head. I let out a gasp as his lips leave mine,
find the sensitive skin of my throat. He trails long, deep kisses all across my
skin, working his way down little by little.

“I love knowing how good I make you feel,” he growls,
tugging at the neck of my tee with his pearly whites.

“I can tell how you love it,” I say, pressing my hips
against his stiff manhood.

“Can you blame me?” he laughs, releasing my hands, “I could
never get enough of you, Siena. Never.”

His strong hands slip under my thin cotton tee shirt,
drawing the garment up over my head. He tosses the shirt away and runs his
hands along my bare torso. waves of goosebumps arise in the wake of his
fingers, and he grins to see them.

“You know exactly how to touch me,” I breathe.

“Good,” he says, popping open the button of my jeans,
“Because it’s all I want to do.”

He tugs at my skinny jeans, sliding them down off my thighs
and calves. I plant my feet on the soft quilt as he tosses the jeans away,
letting my knees part before him. With his eyes glued to my nearly naked form,
he rips the black tee shirt up over his head and snaps open his belt buckle. He
shucks off his light denim blue jeans and kneels over me. His black briefs are
no match for the massive length of him.

“Did I do that?” I laugh, nodding toward his ever-stiffening
member.

“You know exactly what you do to me, Siena Lazio,” he says,
lowering himself onto me.

I rake my nails along his broad back as he brushes his lips
against first one breast, then the other. Reaching around my back, his fingers
deftly unclasp my bra, and he closes his teeth around one lacy black cup,
pulling the garment away from body. I moan, delighted, as he closes his lips
around my hard, tender nipple. He flicks the tip of his tongue against the
erect little peak, cupping my ample breasts in his hands. I can feel my own
desire throbbing between my legs as he bites down, just hard enough.

“I want to feel your mouth all over me,” I tell him.

“Oh, I think I can handle that...” he says, sitting back on
his knees.

He hooks his fingers into the band of my skimpy black thong
and, ever-so-slowly, slides it down my trembling legs. Tossing my panties away,
he plants his hands on my knees, easing them further apart. I let him spread me
open, loving the way his eyes drink me in.

“Wait,” I say, reaching for him. “I want to see you, too...”

The corners of his mouth twist upward as he catches my
drift. Standing on his knees, Harrison lowers his briefs down over the firm
swell of his ass, letting me see the full, pulsing length of him once again.
It’s all I can to do keep from pulling him down on top of me at once. I want so
badly to feel full of him again, but more than that, I want us to take our
time.

As if reading my mind, Harrison pushes back on my knees,
titling my hips up toward him. He threads his arms beneath my bent legs and
brings his lips to the skin just above my knee. A shudder runs through me as I
fall back against the bed.

“Easy now,” Harrison smiles, letting his kisses travel
further and further up my thigh, “I’m just getting started...”

I shove my hands through my hair as I feel Harrison’s lips
caress my sensitive skin, and spread my legs further. I want to offer myself up
to Harrison, to be entirely in his hands...and lips...and just about everything
else.

He plants his hands on my inner thighs, raising his lips to
the hollow that dips beside my hip bone. His lips touch down against that
shallow valley, and I can feel his breath against my throbbing sex. He trails
his tongue across the mound just above where I want to feel him, teasing me
mercilessly.

“Please,” I gasp, “Please, Harrison. Let me feel you—”

But my words trail off into a wordless moan as Harrison runs
his tongue along the length of my wet slit. He flattens his tongue against me,
running it over my pink flesh. I grab handfuls of bedding, twisting the layers
in my quivering fists. With each pass, Harrison’s tongue goes just a bit
deeper, a bit further. His hands press gently, opening me further still. I can
feel my hard, aching clit exposed before Harrison’s expert mouth...and I know
that I’m a goner.

He lowers his mouth to my sex once more, taking that raw bundle
of nerves in his firm lips. I cry out as pleasurable sensations roll along every
inch of my body. Harrison traces slow, perfect circles around my clit, rolling
it beneath his tongue. My mouth falls open in a wordless moan of bliss. He
flicks the very tip of his tongue against me, again and again, sending little
shockwaves down to the tips of my fingers and toes. And just when I’m sure I
can’t handle any more powerful pleasure, I feel Harrison’s hand brush against
me. I gasp as he slides two thick fingers inside of me, stroking my soft, silky
flesh. It’s almost too much for me to stand.

“Harrison,” I whisper, “Baby, I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he growls.

He wraps his lips firmly around my clit, and I feel his
fingers deep inside of me. With a single, perfectly-placed flick of the tongue,
he sends me over the edge. I come for him, sensation barreling through me,
lighting every nerve on fire. I writhe against him as the orgasm overwhelms me,
and he’s not about to let up. He kneads and strokes me through every passing
wave of pleasure, until I fall back against the bed in a haze of feverish
bliss.

I blink up at him in the dim light, my eyes wide. “That was
you just getting started?” I pant, amazed.

“You bet it was,” he says, running his hands through my
curls.

“Good,” I say, “Because I’m just getting revved up myself.”

I wrap my hands around his hard, throbbing length, drawing a
low moan from his scruffy throat. It’s a miracle I can ever fit this man inside
of me, huge as he is. Keeping my hands firmly around his stiff shaft, I ease
him down onto the bed beside me. I roll away from him, pressing my back against
his chest as he wraps his arms around me. I work my fingers up and down the
thick length of him, hearing his breath come hard and fast in my ear. Gently, I
raise my hips and press myself against him once again—letting the very tip of
my graze against that tight circle of muscle where no man has ever felt me.

“Jesus, Siena...” Harrison groans, “You just keep surprising
me...”

“What can I say?” I breathe, “You make me
feel...adventurous.”

I guide Harrison’s hard length to my wet, trembling sex. I’m
not quite ready to brave that uncharted territory just yet, but that doesn’t
mean I’m done with him for the night. Not by a long shot. He’s poised against
me, right against where I want to feel him most. With a deep breath, I press
back into him, impaling myself on his stiff member.

“God...” he breathes, rocking his hips against me, “You’re
so fucking tight, Siena...”

I gasp as he drives up into me, and I bring my thighs even
more tightly together. I’ve never felt him this way before, and the newness is all
the more thrilling. I reach back for him, grabbing onto his firm, sculpted ass
as we buck against each other.

“The things you bring out in me, Harrison...” I moan.

“I love that,” he tells me, “I love it when you tell me just
what you want.”

“Yeah?” I ask, pulling him deep and holding him there.

“God, yeah,” he says, “There’s nothing that gets me going
like that.”

“In that case,” I say, turning my face toward his, “Why
don’t you flip me over?”

His eyes blaze with excitement at my frankness. “Gladly,” he
growls.

I suck in a quick breath as Harrison digs his fingers into
my hips and rolls me onto my stomach, swinging a leg over the rise of my ass
and kneeling over me once more. He runs his hands down along my back, as I
raise myself up onto my hands and knees. I glance back over my shoulder, taking
in the sight of him poised against me. I shake my curls across my back, my
shoulder blades standing tall.

“Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are right
now?” he asks me.

“Why don’t you show me?” I reply.

My head falls back against my shoulders as Harrison presses
himself into me. He drives up into my core, so deeply that I could swear he’d
go right through me in another moment. I’ve always been so vanilla when it
comes to sex that it feels incredibly daring, having him take me like this. But
there’s something about Harrison Davies that levels all my anxieties and hang-ups.
With him, I know exactly what I want. And what I want right now is to feel him
just like this.

I lower myself down onto my forearms and let a surprised cry
escape my throat as Harrison drives even deeper into me. I’ve never felt so
much of him, it’s almost overwhelming. But I meet his every pass, pressing back
into him as he moves deeper into me, slowly and deliberately as ever.

We begin to pick up speed as I lose myself in the moment. I
don’t even notice as he lowers his hand to my sex. But as soon as his fingers
find my clit once more, I’m done for. He rolls the tender area between his
fingers as we move wildly against each other, the full length of him barreling
into the deepest places within me.

“I’m right there,” he growls, “I’m so close, Siena...”

“I want to come with you,” I gasp, “Please—”

My wish is his command. As Harrison rears back, he traces a
firm, perfect loop against my clit. He thrusts up into me, his member colliding
with that elusive spot inside. I bury my face into the nearest pillow and
scream out my bliss as I feel Harrison come deep inside of me, filling me up
inch by inch. He steadies himself against me with both hands as we ride our shared
high together. A wave of ecstasy pours over us like rain as the moment slowly
passes. Spent, Harrison lowers himself down next to me, pulling me into his
side.

I don’t know how much time passes before we finally catch
our breath. Slowly, I roll myself over to face him, trailing my fingers along
his muscled, tattooed arms. I wish I could fall asleep beside him once again,
but it just won’t do tonight. The Moscow Grand Prix is tomorrow, and we’ve both
got to be up early to greet the day.

“Tell me what our game plan is,” Harrison says, meeting my
gaze.

“Give me a couple of days to get a story together,” I tell
him. “I’m going to be speaking to the press soon to give them the news about
Dad. We’ll sneak our story in along with it. A good old fashioned news dump.”

“Think that’ll work?” Enzo asks.

“Sure,” I tell him, “Nobody’s going to care that we’ve been
spending time together when Alfonso Lazio is...” I feel myself getting choked
up, and shake my head to dispel my sadness.

“Oh, Baby...” Harrison says, planting a kiss on my forehead,
“I’m so sorry...”

“I just don’t even know how to think about it as a fact
yet,” I tell him, “I just wish he’d told us. I wish we could have made a
decision as a family, you know?”

“He was just trying to protect you. Like you were trying to
protect him by keeping us a secret,” Harrison points out.

“Like father like daughter?” I suggest.

“Precisely,” Harrison says.

“That’s not a bad spin, come to think of it,” I sniff,
“We’ve always been private people, after all. I can work with this, PR wise I
mean. We might just pull this off, Harrison. We just have to jump on it, before
someone beats us to the punch.”

“Agreed,” he says, giving me a swift kiss, “We should get
back to our teams. Don’t want anyone worrying.”

We toss our clothes back on and kiss goodbye. I take my
leave just before Harrison, skirting through the lobby when the old concierge
has his back turned. We’re so close to being through with this blackmail
nightmare, I want to be as safe as possible. And once this ridiculous scandal
is taken care of, I can concentrate on what’s really important: my father. I
need to be there for him right now, with an open heart. I’m so glad that
Harrison will be able to stand by me through whatever’s to come next. With him
beside me, I might actually be able to face my father’s fate. It won’t be easy,
and I know it’s going to hurt like hell, but I’ll have Enzo and Harrison to
help me. And in that sense, I’m luckier than most.