Reckless Curves (6 page)

Chapter 10

After ending up at a small mom and pop deli and settling for a couple of mediocre subs for dinner, we made our way back to the track. We’d eaten mostly in silence as I digested earlier events. Even after we returned to the track my mind struggled to wrap itself around what happened as I walked beside Brent. In all the years I’d known Wayne, he’d never been violent. Was it possible he was doing drugs or something?

At the owners meeting earlier that day, racing officials reminded everyone about the mandatory driver and the random crew drug testing they did. So if they drug tested, would Wayne really risk losing his dream for a few pills or some pot? But if it wasn’t drugs, what had caused his outburst?

By the time my thoughts finally began to focus on something other than Wayne, I found myself standing in front of an RV. Feeling more than a little confused, I glanced up at Brent. “What are we doing here?”

“You’re not in any condition to drive just yet,” he replied and opened the door. “This is my motorhome. We’ll just go inside and relax for a little while.”

“But I’m fine.” My protest was ignored almost before the words left my mouth as he placed a hand on my lower back and nudged me up the steps.

“You’re not fine,” he said as he stepped in behind me. “You’re eyes are a little glazed and you still seemed a bit spooked. I’m not comfortable with you being behind the wheel when you’re this distracted.”

I started to argue a second time only, the moment I caught sight of the RV’s interior, I forgot what I was going to say.

Holy Shit!
His tiny house on wheels was nicer than my little townhouse ever thought about being.  Taking my time, I slowly scanned my surroundings. A leather recliner flanked either side of the door. To my right was the kitchen area, complete with granite counters, an actual stove, full size refrigerator, wine rack and tile back splash. The opposite wall held one of the largest flat screen televisions I’d ever seen. I could only imagine what the rest of the RV looked like. “Wow, you really went all out with the decorating.”

“Maybe.” Brent shrugged. “But this is my home away from home and I want
it as luxurious as I could afford to make it.” He moved to the mini-bar. “You want a drink?”

His question pulled me back to the moment and I leveled a knowing look on him. “Why? So you can take my keys under the guise that I’ve had too much to drink and shouldn’t drive?
Thank you, but no.” Besides, the last thing I needed was alcohol further impairing my already shaky judgment.

In an attempt to distract myself from the realization that I was mere feet away from his bedroom
, I ran a hand over the back of the real leather couch. “Very nice and big. Does this fold out into a bed too?” The moment the words left my mouth I recognized my mistake. Too bad life wasn’t like the cartoons where you could reach up and pluck the words back out of the air.

I glanced
in Brent’s direction to find him with a wry grin spread across his handsome face. “Sorry, it doesn’t. Why? You thinking about spending the night?”

Yes! Maybe!
I cleared my throat of the words clamoring to escape. “Just covering my bases. So-” I glanced toward the back of the RV. “I take it there’s only one bed in this little home on wheels?”

He gave my statement a slow nod. “And it’s mine.” His eyes twinkled with mischief as he stalked toward me
, closing the distance. “But I’m more than willing to share.”

Nerves danced in my belly and I shot him a tentative grin. Did he have any idea how badly I wanted to
tumble into that bed with him? “I bet you are.”

In an instant his look turned dark and he took another step toward me, forcing me to take a step back. “I’ve made it no secret that I want you, Shannon.”

“I know.” I took another slow step back, even as my mind screamed for me to give in. Just what would it be like to go to bed with the owner of Hague Motor Sports?

He lifted a hand to cradle my cheek. “And I know you want me.”

Without a thought, I turned into his touch. “That’s beside the point,” I replied as I tried to take another step away and instead came in contact with the counter. He moved in, pinning me between his hard body and the granite. “Let me love you, Shannon. Let me show you pleasures your ex could never have given you.”

God yes!
My body heated beneath his touch and my panties dampened with desire. What little resolve I’d had started to crumble, even as I tried yet another feeble protest. “I told you earlier that I don’t just hop into bed with anyone.”

“Neither do I,” he replied
, then gently bit my earlobe. “But I’m not just anyone.” He held me by the hips and ground his crotch against the pocket between my thighs, providing me evidence of his desire. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to throw caution to the wind and do something reckless and wild?”

“Sure I have, but-”

“No buts,” he replied then slammed his mouth over mine, smothering any further protests. His hands gently cupped my face as he drove the kiss deeper, demanding more and more from me until I relented. I gasped, both surprised and aroused by his aggressive nature. Overwhelmed, the last of my defenses fell and I surrendered. No doubt I’d probably regret my actions in the morning, but for tonight...for the next few hours, I wasn’t going to worry about relationships or my weight. I was simply going to allow him to take me to places I’d never been.

I san
k into the kiss, enjoying the parry of tongues as they dueled for dominance. My hands drifted up his muscled back until I gripped his shoulders, clinging to him for balance. He slid his hands beneath my ass and, without effort, lifted me onto the counter. Then he wedged his hips between my thighs until his dick pressed against my aching core. God, it felt good to be wanted again, to know that I could elicit that kind of reaction from such a gorgeous and successful man.

“We. Shouldn’t. Do. This,” I tried
a final, weak protest as my logic put up one last valiant fight.

“I know,” he replied as he trailed kisses along my chin before returning to my mouth for more.

“You’re my client,” I said between kisses. “This is wrong.”

His hands cupped my ass and pulled me against him, grinding his length harder against my mound. The feel of his cock pressed against me, even
through my clothing, caused me to moan in response.

“Then why does it feel so right?” he asked.

Despite my protests I had to admit it did feel right. No matter how responsible I was or what our working relationship might be, I couldn’t deny the insane attraction pulling us together. Sleeping with him would no doubt complicate my life, but it wasn’t as if my life had been simple to start. In all honesty, I was wetter than I could ever remember being, and all from kissing him. If my body reacted to him like that, just how explosive would it be if I allowed this situation to go all the way?

Desire spiraled out of control and killed the last of my logic, stomping it into dust. What harm could come from giving in to my desire?

“Brent!” I gasped as I reached for the hem of his shirt.

“Yeah, baby?”

“You have too many clothes on.”

He pulled back slightly and grinned down at me. “I’m glad you finally see things my way.”

“Brent, shut up and strip.”

Brent groaned
, then gave me a small, mischievous grin and stepped back. “Just so you know.” He grabbed the hem of his polo and pulled it up over his head. “I’m generally the one who gives the orders, so don’t get used to this.”

Holy Hell!
The man was built as well as the engines he put in his cars. At that moment, I would have gladly done anything he demanded of me, so long as he didn’t put his clothing back on. My gaze trailed over him as I feasted on the sight of his delectable flesh. With one hand, I reached out and trailed a finger along the invisible line dissecting the middle of his well-defined abs.

He arched a brow. “You like?”

“Hell yeah, I like.” I slid off the counter and moved closer. “If the rest of you is this well-built, I’m going to be in heaven.”

His wry grin returned. “Well I guess you’ll just have to look for yourself.”

"I love the way you think, Mr. Hague. That sounds like a fabulous idea." I grabbed him by the neck and pulled his mouth back to mine. A low growl reverberated in his chest, sending a chill racing through my body as he yanked me against him for the second time.

I slid my hands between our bodies to his waist, then made quick work of his belt. Without hesitation
, I unzipped his jeans and delved behind the waistband of his boxers, setting his erection free. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, thick, hard and ready for action. Slowly, I slid down his body, onto my knees, so I was eye level with his groin. Magnificent was all I could think as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the swollen tip.

He groaned and speared a hand through my hair. “That feels so good, baby, but you don't have to…”

"I know. I want to," I interrupted, then I opened my mouth and took the uppermost inches of his shaft between my lips. I slid my tongue over his flesh and began to suck, bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with every pass. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his stalk and began to pump in time with my mouth. With my other hand, I cradled his balls, gently rolling them in my palm.

Brent’s body jerked and shook as he panted above me. “Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”

He grunted and his fingers laced through my hair, pulling tight against my scalp until he controlled my movements. The quick bite of pain excited me beyond comprehension. I’d never been with a man who’d been so willing to take control.

He held my head still while he thrust into my willing mouth. “Yeah, baby. God
, that’s so fucking hot.”

His praise filled me with confidence and a sudden desire to give him even more. Whatever he wanted from me, I’d happily do. For several long seconds he continued the steady in and out rhythm
, before he shoved deep into my mouth, held there and then pulled away.

“
Good God, I have to stop.”

Confused, and feeling a little empty at his sudden departure
, I flicked my gaze upward. “Why? It’s obvious you like what I was doing.”

“Christ, I do, but if we continued this will be over before it starts.” He reached for me, gently pulling me to my feet. “I want to make this special and memorable and I can’t do that if I come in your mouth. That’s not how I want our first time together to end.”

The sincerity of his statement pulled at my heart. This wasn’t just some quick encounter for him to get his rocks off. He really did want to make it meaningful for me. I wasn’t normally one to get emotional, but I quickly found myself tamping down a wealth of feelings I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. “Thank you,” I managed to whisper.

His lips tipped into a smile as he raked a knuckle along my cheek. “Thank you for giving us a shot.”
He leaned forward and cupped my face as he gave me a gentle kiss that promised so much more than just great sex. Then he pulled back and quickly kicked out of the rest of his clothes. “I want you in the bedroom where I can feast on you properly.”

The implications of his words caused a shiver to race through me. Just what did he have in mind? He took my hand in his and slowly led me to the back of the camper
, where I found a king size bed waiting. “Nice bed.”

He kissed my temple. “It will be even better with you naked and lying in the middle of it.” His fingers trailed along my waist and began unbuttoning my blouse. “You have too many clothes on for what I have planned.”

Feeling a bit cheeky and incredibly sexy, I looked up at him. “Then I guess you better do something about that problem.”

“I have the solution right here,” he replied as he pushed the unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders, then leaned forward to kiss the flesh where my shoulder and neck met. “God
, you’re beautiful.”

I raised a han
d and hooked it around his neck as I sank backwards into his embrace. The shirt fell to the floor without another thought as he slid his hands around my body and palmed my breasts. “This bra is sexy as hell. Do the panties match?”

“I always coordinate my clothing,” I replied just as I turned my head and mouthed a soft kiss at the base of his neck.

“Let me see.” His tone told me this wasn’t a request, but an order.

Without waiting to be told again, I dropped my hands, undid my slacks and let them pool around my ankles.

His brow winged up at the sight of the lacy thong. “Damn. I can’t believe you were hiding this sexy body beneath all that fabric. Just what other secrets are you hiding, Ms. Meyers?”

I stepped out of my heels and slowly crawled onto the bed before turning my gaze over my shoulder at him. “I guess you’ll have to try and find out.” I grinned.

“Is that a challenge?”

I turned over on my back and leaned up against the headboard. “You bet it is,” I replied, then unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. I should have been appalled at my wanton behavior, but I was too far lost in the moment to care. All I could think about was having Brent inside me. I watched his nostrils flare and his eyes go wide as he stared down at me.