Revived (Revved Series Book 2) (28 page)

“Fuck, no.” His chest hits my back, pinning my front to the island. He brushes my hair aside and presses his lips to my neck. “I have been desperate to be back inside you ever since you left this morning.” He skims his fingers up the outside of my thigh, lifting my dress. “Let’s get rid of these.”

His lips brush over my ear, making me shudder, as his fingers curl into the elastic of my knickers. He tugs them down.

Letting them fall down my legs, I step out of them before kicking them aside.

He hitches my dress over my waist. “You have an amazing ass, India.”

I glance down at him as he lowers to his knees. He presses a kiss to my bottom, skimming his teeth over my skin, making me shudder. Then, he slides a finger through my folds, and I whimper an unintelligible sound.

“Chest flat to the countertop and spread your legs, India.”

Without hesitation, I do as he asked. I know my quick compliance turns him on.

His hands palm my bum cheeks, spreading them. I feel his breath blow over me, and then his hot tongue touches my clit, making my knees nearly give out on me.

“Leandro!” I cry out, gripping the far edge of the counter with my fingertips.

He doesn’t let up. He pushes his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, and then slides it back to my clit, swirling it around.

Then, he’s leaving me. He gets to his feet. Arm around my waist, he straightens me up and turns me to face him. “I want you naked. Now.”

He drags my dress over my head. My bra is next to go. I’m naked, except for my heels, while he’s still fully clothed.

He lifts me, setting me on the island. His body against mine, the cotton of his shirt brushes my hard nipples and the roughness of his trousers rubs against my clit, arousing me further, as he leads me into the wettest, hottest kiss I have ever had.

Then, he suddenly breaks the kiss, leaving me panting.

“Don’t move.” He walks over to his refrigerator, taking off his cuff links. He tosses them on the counter and removes his shirt, giving me the sight of his gorgeous body.

Holy fuck he’s stunning.

I can’t believe how lucky I got with Leandro. He could have any woman he wants, yet, for some reason he wants me.

I watch as he opens the door to the freezer and pulls out a tray of ice cubes. I tilt my head with interest. He brings the tray back with him. Then, he turns it over and empties the contents on the countertop beside me.

Some of the ice cubes slide toward me, touching my thigh, chilling me.

Picking up a single ice cube, Leandro brings it to my breast and runs it over my nipple, making me shiver.

Removing it from me, he leans down and closes his mouth around the same nipple, and sucks hard.
Holy fuck that feels good.
The contrast of cold and hot sends desire lancing through me.

His mouth leaves my breast, and he places the ice cube back on my body, taking it on a journey between my breasts and down my stomach, his tongue following the trails of water south.

When he reaches my hipbone, he straightens and tosses the used ice cube on the counter. He picks up a fresh one.

Dark eyes on mine, he places it in his mouth, holding it between his lips, and then he drops to his knees, pushes my thighs apart, and puts his mouth on me.

“Oh my god!” I scream out.

The cold against my heated swollen clit is like nothing I have ever felt before.

I just need…more of him. More of this.

“You like that, baby?”

“God, yes. Don’t stop.” I grab his hair, trying to bring his mouth back to where I need it.

His chuckle is dark and erotic. I hear the crack of the ice cube in his mouth as he bites it. Then, his mouth is back on me, and he slides the pad of his tongue, which is covered in ice, up my clit.

My eyes roll back in my head. “Holy fuck.” My arms give out their support, and I fall back on the counter while Leandro continues to toy with my clit. He slides a finger inside me, and starts to fuck me with it, as he continues his merciless ice play on my clit. Then, I feel him wetting another finger on my pussy, and that one moves to my bum hole, and begins teasing it.

“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.”

“I really didn’t.” She laughs.

I slide my hand over the top of her foot, taking hold of it. She lets out a sigh of pleasure as I run the pad of my thumb along the arch in her heel.

“I’ll show you some photos of pregnant me when we get home, and you’ll soon change your mind.”

She ends with a giggle, and I just shake my head in disagreement. I will never see India as anything less than beautiful.

“God that feels good,” she comments on my foot rubbing skills.

“I am to please. And speaking of pleasing, I ordered breakfast for us.” I nod at the food on the table. “Are Jett and Kit up yet? Do you think they’ll want to eat with us?”

“Without a doubt, they’re still sleeping. And I’m pretty sure Kit said he was going to order food for them both.”

I originally had the two-bedroom suite booked for India, Jett, and me to stay in and a separate one-bedroom suite for Kit. But then Jett said he wanted to stay with Kit, so they’ve ended up in the two bedroom, and India and I have the one bedroom. I can’t say I’m disappointed with the sleeping arrangements. It means I get unfettered access to India, and she can make as much noise as she wants while I fuck her.

“They are coming to watch testing today though, right?”

She rests her head back, smiling at me. “Like they’d miss it.”

“Good.”

“And what are we doing tonight?”

“I thought we could all go out for a quiet dinner. Then, I need to get an early night, rest up for qualifying.”

“Sounds perfect.” Sitting up, her foot slips from my hand.

I watch as she comes over and straddles my lap. My hands go to her hips.