Page 56 of Revived (Revved #2)

“Yes,” I breathe out, letting him know I want him there.

I have never let anyone touch me there before Leandro. I can’t believe how much I like him doing it. It just feels so darkly erotic and hot, and it makes me come like I never knew possible.

He groans against me, then, slips his finger inside my bum.

Fucking both my holes, he sucks my clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over it, and I’m done for.

I go off like a rocket. Screaming my way through the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, my body convulses, my muscles locking up tight.

I’m still coming down from the high when I hear his zipper being lowered.

I struggle up onto my elbows, looking at him, seeing an undisguised animalistic look of raw need on his face.

His need for me.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks me.

“Yes.”

“I’m clean. My last checkup was right before the first time we had sex, and you know there has been no one since. I want to fuck you without a condom. I want to feel your tight pussy around me while I come inside you.”

Jesus. I love how he talks so blatantly about sex.

“I want that, too.”

His gaze softens on me momentarily, and then that hungry look flares back in his eyes. Hands curled around the backs of my thighs, he pulls me forward until my bum is on the edge of the island.

He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it up and down my center, teasing me.

“Leandro, please.” I push against him, digging the heels of my shoes into his bum, trying to put him where I want him. I’m desperate to have him inside me.

In response, he takes hold of my legs. Sliding his hands to my feet, he removes both of my shoes, letting them drop to the floor.

He places my feet on counter edge. “Patience,” he tells me, his voice so low it makes me shiver.

“I want you inside me.” I look him in the eyes. “I thought you wanted me, too?”

“You know I do.” He presses the head of his cock against my entrance. “But I am the one in control here, India.” His accent has gotten thicker, turning me on further.

“So, be in control, and just fuck me.”

He lets out a dark laugh, throwing his head back. Then, his eyes are back on mine. Pinning me with his heated stare, he slams inside me, giving me what I want, and need.

“Yes!” I cry out at the feel of him, so big and thick, filling me.

“Fuck,” he growls, stilling inside me. “You feel unbelievable, India. So tight and hot. Fucking amazing.”

His hands slide up my stomach. He takes my breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending a bolt of lust straight to my clit. I squirm against him, needing the friction.

Moving his hands from my breasts, his large hands cup my face. His thumbs press against my throat. “I want your eyes on me the whole time.”

He pulls out of me and very slowly pushes back in.

Then, he leans over me, his chest pressed against mine, his cock nestled deep inside me. Without looking away from my eyes he kisses me. “I fucking love you,” he says against my lips. “And I love fucking you.”

“I love you. And I love being fucked by you, too, baby.”

His eyes flash at my term of endearment.

Keeping hold of my face with one hand, his other presses to the counter beside me, and he fucks me there on his breakfast island until we’re both hot and sweaty and coming hard.

INDIA AND I HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY TOGETHER for a few weeks, and it has been the best time of my life.

There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t seen her even if only to have lunch with her. I want to be sure not to take too much of her time away from Jett. But it is damn hard not being with her.

We have been out a few times with Jett to the cinema and bowling, and we went up to his karting track one day.

Honestly, the kid is awesome. He’s totally stealing my heart.

I have never spent much time around kids before, but Jett is smart beyond his years. He absolutely adores his mother. And he races really well.

I am getting on great with Kit, too, which is good, as he and India are really close.

We are in Budapest for this leg of the season. Jett, Kit, and India are with me.

I have managed to keep India out of the press since we started dating, but now that she is here with me, it is impossible. I’m staring down at the news on my iPad, and there is a picture of India and me that was taken yesterday at a sponsor event. She is detailed as my mystery blonde. I stifle a laugh at the term. But India being a mystery to the press won’t last long. When they realize she’s staying here with me and that she has a son, they will look into exactly who she is.

“Is that us?”

I didn’t hear her come up behind me.

I glance over my shoulder at her. She’s wearing my T-shirt. Her hair is all tousled from sleep and from when my hands were wrapped up in it when I was pounding inside her from behind. She looks fucking beautiful.

And she’s all mine.

“Yes. But they don’t know who you are yet, so we have still got a little more time of privacy.”

“It was bound to happen at some point, and at least they posted a nice picture of me.” She takes the seat opposite me, resting her bare feet up on the chair between my legs.

I put the iPad down on the table. “Are there any bad pictures of you? Because I highly doubt it.”

“Ones of when I was pregnant with Jett and I’d bloated to the size of a house.”

“I bet you looked beautiful while you were pregnant.”

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