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

before me on the
hardwood floor.
    “Harrison,” I whisper, “What are you—?”
    “Shhh...” he says, popping open the button of my jeans.
    “But this—”
    “Tell me to stop,” he says, laying his hands on my thighs,
“Tell me to quit it, and I’ll lay a sword down in the middle of the bed and go
to sleep. Or...” he tugs at my plants, easing them down off my hips.
    “Don’t stop,” I tell him, lying back against the bed, “Don’t
you dare.”
    Harrison slips my pants down off my legs, and I plant my
feet at the edge of the bed, peering up at him in the low light. I can’t believe
that Harrison Davies, world class F1 driver and sexiest man on the planet, is
kneeling before me in my bedroom. It’s almost too much.
    “Take off your shirt,” I tell him, propping myself up on my
elbows.
    “What?” he asks, surprised.
    “You heard me, Davies. Take off your shirt,” I insist.
    Without another word, he draws his black tee shirt up over
his head and tosses it across the room. His built, defined muscles stand out in
the shimmering moonlight, accented by the shadows, and the tattoos on his chest
and arms like dark inky ribbons. I pull myself further back onto the bed and
grin at him.
    “Now the pants,” I whisper.
    “You want me to strip for you, Siena?” he asks, his voice
gleeful.
    “Oh, I do,” I tell him.
    Harrison pulls himself to standing and takes a step toward
me. I have to stifle a giggle as he rips open his belt buckle and slowly,
deliberately, slips out of his jeans. They crumple on the floor at his feet,
and only a pair of black briefs remain between me and his fully naked, gorgeous
form.
    “The briefs,” I say, pulling myself onto my knees.
    “Whatever you’d like,” he replies.
    Harrison hooks his fingers into the elastic of his underwear
and pulls them swiftly down, revealing the full length of his desire for me. I
suck in a little gasp as I take in the sight of him, standing fully naked
before me. All my schemes and ideas flee my mind in the face of such beauty.
All I want is him, no games, no conditions.
    I lean forward, taking his thick rod between my hands.
Harrison’s fingers work themselves into my curls as I lower my lips to his
swollen head. I take him into my mouth, letting my tongue dance against the
sensitive underside of his cock. His fingers tighten in my hair as I work up
and down his shaft, bringing a hand down to cup his balls, ever-so-gently. It
takes both hands and my mouth to take all of him at once, but I do. And god, it
feels so good to please him that way.
    That place between my legs grows wet with want as I suck
Harrison stiffer. I’m aching to feel him slip inside of me, fill me up. It’s my
favorite place to be, right here with him, racing ahead together toward unknown
heights of bliss. It’s where we belong, in each other’s arms. It always will
be.
    I lay back on the bed, pulling Harrison on top of me. My
tongue traces a slow circle around the very tip of him, and he swallows a
groan. Gently, he presses himself away from me, kneeling above my sprawled-out
body. His hands work quickly to pull my tee shirt up over my head, unclasp my
bra, tug my panties down my legs. We’re naked together, not a stitch between
us. Harrison’s eyes are glinting with the spark of an idea.
    “Will you take me in your mouth again?” he asks, his voice
husky, “I want to show you something.”
    Happily, I wrap my lips once more around him, working my
hands up and down his slick shaft. In one swift motion, Harrison’s pivots
miraculously on the bed, swinging himself around as I get drunker and drunker
on the taste of him. I wonder what the hell he could be up to...
    Until I feel his tongue parting my slick, pink slit. He licks
along the length of me as I bring him further into my mouth, frenzied with the
feel of him between my legs. He flicks his tongue against my hard clit as I
bear down, sucking hard along the length of him. A sharp new taste dances along
my tongue as