This was not that.
It was consuming, blatant and very fierce and, unthinking, her mouth opened in delicious reflex. His tongue was straight in, and yet she, too, sought his, like some exotic sword fight, where both were winners as they partook in the deepest, sexiest kiss.
God, he was shameless, Abby thought. He removed her cap and his hand pressed her head further in so she could feel the skin shredding on her jaw. Then he took the energy of their kiss and didn’t just sustain it; Matteo heightened it. He was hard and pressing into her and she could feel every delicious inch. His hands were now travelling down to her bottom and pulling her into him. Yet, rather than pull back, Abby was just as on fire and as sexed up as he.
And then they remembered the rules and pulled their mouths rather than their bodies back.
‘When we win...we kiss...’ Matteo said.
She could live with that.
They were breathing so hard just staring at each other.
‘When we place, we kiss,’ he said, kissing her cheek as if it were her mouth and that made her laugh. ‘And if we lose,’ he continued, making out with her ear, ‘then we have to commiserate...’
He was still hard and still there, nudging her stomach, and there was the beautiful absence of fear, even when he pulled back and looked right into her eyes.
‘What does it feel like to win?’ Matteo asked.
‘Better than sex,’ Abby said, no longer scared to throw a flirty line.
And she expected him to laugh or to haul her closer in for more of a feel of his erection but instead he looked deeper into her eyes.
‘Then someone hasn’t been doing you right,’ Matteo said.
He intended to remedy that later tonight.
CHAPTER FIVE
HUNTER SAW THEM.
He got out of his car and looked over and saw the woman he had left lying bruised and bleeding on a marble bathroom floor, and then pissed all over, now happy and free.
‘Whoa!’ The reporters shouted in several languages as Hunter kicked his car and threw his helmet down to the ground and then stormed off.
Abby and Matteo didn’t see a thing.
They were too busy laughing as Kedah informed them that Matteo was now the owner of an extremely temperamental horse!
‘Her name is Abby,’ Matteo said but she deliberately missed the inference.
‘I’m not temperamental.’
Or maybe she was, because Abby, who didn’t cry, almost did when she watched as Pedro stood in first place on the podium.
‘I almost want a glass of champagne,’ Abby admitted as Pedro sprayed the crowd with the same.
The Carter team was in second place and Evan grinned and waved and took the dousing.
Hunter attempted to do the same.
It was a good day.
A brilliant day.
And the world was waiting for the press conference.
Oh, they were an arrogant lot, Matteo thought as the drivers came in and took their seats.