I close the track down and make my way over to Niko. He’s patiently been waiting in the same spot all night looking like a wet dream. I saw all the girls drooling over him. Hell, I can’t really blame them.
“You ready?” he asks. He stands to head over to the driver’s side, but I step in front of him with my hand up.
“I’m driving,” I say, giving him a look I hope says “try me.”
But he doesn’t; he licks his lower lip and it sparks an unwelcome heat in my stomach. He nods and rounds to the passenger side of the room. I lower myself into the driver’s seat and push the button to turn on the car. I give it a little gas to hear the hum of the motor. It’s a beautiful car.
I drive us out of the track and when I hit the asphalt, I gun it. It’s the smoothest ride I’ve ever been in. It hugs the curve of the road like a glove.
Niko doesn’t say much as I drive like this for an hour. I go down every back road I can think of, in need of some kind of time-out from reality. I finally pull off onto a gravel road with trees lining both sides. It leads down to a rope swing that only a few of the local kids know about. I stop the car in a clearing in the trees overlooking the glistening lake. It’s beautiful at night.
“What are we doing here?” Niko asks.
I look out over the water. I reach down and turn the lights off so I can see the moon’s reflection in the water.
I throw his question back at him. “I don’t know Niko. What are we doing here?”
I feel vulnerable right now, like his answer could change everything.
“I told you. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Why Niko? Why were you looking for me?” I raise my voice, but it cracks. “Last time I checked, you chose Nathan. You chose the empire my father built.”
“Shady, I was a kid. I was given a choice and I thought—” He stops and balls his hand in a fist and presses it to the dashboard.
“You thought what, Niko?” I ask.
“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he growls. “That night, we argued and you told me to go. I didn’t realize until you left just how much I needed you.”
I hold my breath as I stare at him. He looks pained.
“Hell, Shady, I still need you.” Without warning, he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me to him and crashing his lips to mine. When I feel the gentle probe of his tongue part my lips I suddenly feel starved. Like I’ve been lacking oxygen all of these years.
He leans into the kiss and his hands find my hips, lifting me up and pulling me in his lap. My thighs rest on each side of him and I sink against him, pressing as much of my body into his as I can.
He yanks on the back of my lace shirt, ripping it from behind until he’s able to pull the material off of me. I push his jacket off his shoulders and he slips his arms out just as I yank his shirt up and over his head. The moment it’s off and I have a clear view of him, I freeze. I knew he was tatted but his entire torso is covered. What catches me off guard the most is my name clearly tattooed of his left pec. I reach up and run my fingers over it. The moment I touch him, his eyes close and he leans his head back against the headrest.
“When did you get this?” I whisper. It has faded to a grayish color and has lost its clean edges. All the other tattoos look brighter.
“I got it a month after you left. It was my first one.” He stills, and looks me right in the eye. Shady there’s something—”
I smash my lips to his. I kiss him hard and deep, like my life depended on it. He reaches around me and unhooks my bra. He takes no time bringing his lips down onto a pebbled nipple as he pushes my back into the hard dash. The only thing I can feel right now is how amazing his mouth feels on my body, how rock hard he is between my legs, and how much need I have built up over the last five years for a man that I couldn’t get away from fast enough.
His hands slide up my thighs and around my ass. They hitch into my waistband and pull my pants down until my bent knees stop him. He breaks from ravaging my skin with his mouth to look at me for help. One look tells me exactly what he wants. I use the dash to prop myself up enough to pull them off the rest of the way. I slide back down, straddling him once again. His mouth is back on mine, pulling me into him. I can feel him through his jeans and instinctively rock my hips across his bulge. He groans at the touch as his hand snakes it way to my core. He circles my clit with his thumb as his finger slides into me. I ride his hand but it isn’t enough. I need him closer; I need more.
“Niko.” My voice comes out husky. Needy.
“I got it,” he whispers against my lips. He removes his hands, leaving me feeling empty, to lift us both up and slide his pants down. I feel his cock spring free and rub against my entrance. I can’t help the moan that escapes.
When I open my eyes, Niko is staring at me with a heavy-lidded gaze of his own. He’s so sexy like this—fully vulnerable underneath me.
He reaches up into my hair to pull me back down to his lips again. This time is rougher; his kisses ravage my mouth and sear my soul.
I reach down and line him up with my entrance just before I sink down onto him. My head falls back as I moan and I barely register the hiss that escapes through his teeth.
“I’ve fucking missed you.” Niko groans his pleasure into my mouth as I rock us into oblivion.