Page 45 of Revved (Revved #1)

I press my hand to his, stopping him. “Carrick, no, I can’t again—”

“Hush,” he admonishes. “You can, and you will. I want to feel you come again.”

He sounds so fucking hot when he’s being dominant that I don’t even argue. I just remove my hand from his and let him work his magic.

And wouldn’t you know it? In record time, I’m right back there, climbing the precipice to heaven.

“Carrick…” I whimper. I need to press my legs together to somehow relieve the pressure yet part them and never have him stop.

Without warning, I’m lifted off him and flipped onto my back. Then, Carrick’s head is between my legs, and his mouth is on me.

“Oh my God!” I cry out, my hands gripping his head.

He pushes his tongue where his cock was only moments ago. Then, he’s sucking on my clit and wrenching my second orgasm of the night from me in seconds, leaving me yelling his name and my body dropping lax into the bed.

He climbs up my body, hands on the bed, and he hovers over me.

I stare up at him in wonderment.

His lips are glistening with me, his eyes dark, the skin on his face taut. He looks like a man holding on to the edge of control, which is fast slipping away. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, tasting me. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

I raise my hips to his, letting him know what I want—him back inside me. Honestly, I never want him to leave.

Gripping my hip, he pushes that amazing cock of his in, shoving right up to the hilt. His hand moves from my hip to cup my behind, angling me up, so he can slide deeper.

I watch him with fascination as he fucks me, revealing in how truly beautiful he is, even more so as he reaches that moment where all sense is gone, and the only thing that matters now is reaching orgasm. Pure animalistic fucking.

“Fuck! Andressa…” he says, drawing out my name, his body shuddering. The veins in his neck are straining, his eyes closing as if it’s all too much, while he rides out his orgasm inside me.

When he’s finished, his head drops to my shoulder, panting. We’re both sticky with sweat, desperately trying to catch our breaths.

Oh my God, I just had sex with Carrick! Hot, sweaty sex…and it was amazing!

Lifting his head from my shoulder, he cradles my face in his hands and kisses me. “I’m just gonna go clean up,” he murmurs.

I give a gentle nod, and then he’s slipping out of me, leaving me feeling oddly empty.

I watch as he walks to the bathroom, loving the sight of his tight arse, and I’m surprised to see that Carrick has a tattoo on his back. A really large tattoo of what looks to be a fallen angel.

Maybe that’s what he is—my fallen angel.

No! Stop thinking like that. Carrick isn’t your anything, and he never will be.

Once the bathroom door has closed, I cover my face with my hands and let out a muted squeal.

Holy shit! I just had amazing sex with Carrick, like porn star sex—only better!

Okay, deep breaths…calm. He’ll be back in a minute.

I hear water running in the bathroom. Moving my hands from my face, I stare up at the ceiling, forcing my breaths to even out.

The adrenaline is starting to fade. I retrace those words in my head again.

I had sex with Carrick.

Oh God. I slept with a driver. The very one I work for.

I had sex with my friend.

All of my promises to myself, and I break them in the most epic way.

What’s going to happen now?

The bathroom door opens, revealing Carrick, before my panic can properly set in.

I sit up. Bringing my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around them.

Carrick’s gaze is soft on me.

I feel that softness deep inside of me, like a gentle caress, and it scares the shit out of me.

I see that he has a washcloth in his hand.

“I thought you might want to clean up,” he explains, walking over to the bed.


I reach for the cloth, but instead of giving it to me, he gently parts my legs with one hand and presses the cloth to me with the other.

Bloody hell. No wonder he has so many women wanting to stay with him if he cares for them like this—aside from the obvious hotness that is Carrick and the amazing sex and orgasms he gives, of course.

All of the guys I’ve slept with have rolled over and gone to sleep the second they were done, leaving me to fend for myself.

I watch his face while he cleans me. The way his long lashes brush his cheekbones each time he blinks. The multitude of blue hues, which all blend together to make his stunning eye color. He’s perfect.

Carrick suddenly looks up, catching me staring, making my cheeks stain. Holding my gaze, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips.

My heart actually skips a beat. Stupid heart.

He tosses the cloth onto the dresser and climbs on the bed beside me. He cages me in with his long legs, his arms coming around me, and he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

I feel kind of awkward now. I mean, he’s being really sweet and everything, but I’m not sure what I should do. Of course I’ve had one-night stands before but never with someone who’s my friend…someone I work for, whom I have to see again in a few hours’ time.

Should I leave?

Yes, I probably should go. Carrick doesn’t do repeats, and I shouldn’t have done this in the first place, no matter how amazing it was. And he has a race tomorrow. He needs his rest.

Resting my chin on my shoulder, I look at him. “I should go. Let you get some sleep. You have a race tomorrow.”