Faster Longer (Take Me...#3) (New Adult Bad Boy Racer Novel) by Colleen Masters

thing has suddenly become too easy.
    “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Harrison says,
sitting down on my cushy bed, “What’s on your mind?”
    “Seriously?” I laugh shortly, “Only the whole storm of shit
swirling all around us.”
    “Nothing more to be done about that tonight, is there?” he
asks.
    “I could start calling news outlets. Get a jump on writing
out a press release to—”
    “Or, you could come over here and let me make you feel
better,” Harrison suggests, his voice dropping low into his register. A twinge
of wanting rings through my core at the sight of him, waiting for me there on
my bed. Every time I think of Harrison’s body and mine together, a million
steamy memories spring up in my mind’s eye. It’s a miracle the two of us ever
get out of bed in the morning.
    “You can’t use your sexy voice on me right now,” I hiss,
crossing the room to where he sits so comfortably.
    “Why not?” he laughs, pulling me down onto his lap.
    “Because...this is my parents' house,” I splutter, as he
lays a hand on my thigh, “I slept in this bed as a kid. I dreamed about Brad
Pitt and George Clooney in this bed. I wrote love letters in my journal and
wondered what it might be like to have sex one day. I...I’ve never actually had
a man in this bed with me before.”
    “Are you serious?” Harrison asks, eyes widening, “Oh
man...I’m sorry, but you can’t tell me a thing like that and expect me not to
get turned on.”
    “No?” I ask with a grin, “It’s so hot for you, knowing that
no other man has touched me in this room?”
    “I can’t help it,” he groans, pulling me tighter against
him.
    His excitement is becoming infectious. I feel my hunger for
him eclipse any self-consciousness or nerves that might be tripping me up. Here
he is, Harrison Davies—sitting on my bed, having come to make amends with my
family like some kind of white knight. He’s out of a made for TV movie, right
now. And at this point in the movie, the leading lady would probably be giving
into her instincts...so, what the hell.
    “It was very brave of you, coming here,” I tell him,
wrapping my arms around his shoulders, “Roaring up in your car like that, like
a damned conquering hero.”
    “Bravery’s got nothing to do with it,” Harrison says,
encircling my waist with his arms, “I just wanted to do right by your family. I
want them to trust me.”
    “And they will,” I say, swinging my legs to wrap them around
his waist. “They will, because I do. And I’m pretty good at reading people,
Harrison.”
    “What was your read on me, right at the beginning?” He asks,
letting his broad hands slide down over my ass.
    “I thought you were stupid handsome,” I tell him.
    “That’s not what I asked,” he reminds me.
    “I could see...that you were confident. And driven,” I tell
him, smoothing the blonde hair off his forehead. “I could see that you weren’t
the relationship kind of guy.”
    “Thanks,” he pouts.
    “Well you weren’t, were you?” I say, “I could see that you
were serious. That you could accomplish anything you set your mind on. And I
saw...that there was a sadness in you. A loneliness. A space that needed to be
filled up.”
    “And did you know that we were the perfect fit?” He asks,
kissing just below my collarbone. “Did you know we were meant to be?”
    “Honestly? No,” I say, cupping his stubbly jaw in my palms.
“Because I’ve never believed in ‘meant to be’. I never thought I’d meet anyone
who’d be my perfect fit.”
    “And now?” he asks, pressing his full lips against my palm.
    “I’m starting to reconsider my stance,” I smile.
    “How diplomatic of you,” he grins. “But hey. I think I know
exactly how to change your mind, if I may.”
    As easy as can be, Harrison stands up, holding me in his
arms. He supports my weight effortlessly, as if I were no heavier than a
feather. Gently, slowly, he sets me down on my bed and kneels