Race to Redemption by Megan Faust Page A

the bed with.”
    “Ooh, I didn’t think you were into that sort of thing,” he teased. “Do you have a whip in your purse too?”
    “I’m sure you’d love that. I thought the bad boy image was all rumour.”
    “I said mostly rumour.” He settled on the bed. “Boyd paid my bail when I got picked up for street racing at eighteen and stuck me in a stock car.”
    “Sounds dangerous,” she said, crawling into bed after him.
    “The bookies and gangs and rival drivers were a lot scarier than the actual driving. I mean street racing isn’t that different from oval track—you just have more obstacles and fewer rules. Out on the street you actually had to be careful that a rival driver didn’t mess up your car.”
    “I wouldn’t mention that to my brother or he’ll never believe you didn’t sabotage him.”
    “You know, your brother Brant sounds like a real piece of work.”
    “You don’t know the half of it,” she muttered. Then she kissed him once to shut him up and again because it felt good. “Lay back so I can explore.”
    I can’t argue with that.” His smile was lazy and just a touch cocky and she kissed him because she loved that grin so much already.
    He settled back against the plain wooden head board as she kissed his stubble roughened cheek and chin and rubbed her nose against it, enjoying the sensation on her soft skin. She kissed the side of his neck and the hollow of his throat beneath his Adam’s apple then along the ridge of his collar bone. She nipped at his shoulder and straddled him, tracing her fingers down the muscle lines of his chest.
    He loved the way her fingers felt soft and rough at the same time as they wandered across his skin, and the line of black along the edges of her nails that meant she was often roped into helping with her brother’s car. But Brant Bye was the last thing Trey wanted to be thinking about so he returned his full attention to the brunette angel on his lap.
    She flicked her tongue over his nipple, her feelings in a jumble. Curiosity wanted to explore his body, passion and desire were demanding she rush in and simply enjoy the carnal pleasures he offered, and intimacy wanted to slow down and make something romantic and meaningful out of the whole beautiful, wondrous experience. Doubt, however, had been silenced the second she had seen him without his shirt. Whatever else was going on in her life could wait, she could question and analyze and poke holes later. For now being in his bed, in his arms, was all she needed.
    To buy herself a moment she shrugged out of her top, tossing it to the floor and helping him out of his jeans.
    He groaned. “You’re killing me. Why can’t I touch? I want to feel your skin.”
    She shook her head and shot him a wicked grin. She cupped her breasts in her hands and tossed her head back as she touched and caressed herself.
    “Stop, please. Oh, god Chloe, that’s so fucking hot.” He reached out to touch her but she caught his hand and brought it to her mouth. He watched as she took the tip of his finger in her mouth, sucked lightly, and drew it out with agonizing slowness. She repeated the motion on his other three fingers before turning to his thumb. This time she took his whole thumb in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before drawing it slowly out of her mouth.
    “And that’s for teasing me yesterday,” she said.
    “You win,” he said, breathing hard. “Anything you want, I swear it.”
    “I like the sound of that.” She raked her finger nails lightly down his chest leaving faint pink lines. Her fingers closed around his cock and his eyes fluttered shut. He leaned his head back in surrender to whatever pleasure she chose to give him.
    Taking advantage of his closed eyes she slipped from his lap and struggled out of her skirt and panties while her one hand massaged his cock. There was no sexy way out of a skirt once you were straddling a guy and she was relieved he hadn’t seen her hook her panties on the