Page 23 of Drive Me Wild
“You weren’t ready for that?” I ask once I get my voice back.
“I only owe you one secret,” she reminds me with a wink. “And I’m pretty sure you owe me ice cream.”
Josie bounces happily in her seat when I return with a bowl piled high with cookie dough ice cream. She’s easy to please. Some women want diamonds, some want designer purses, but Josie just wants a bowl of her favorite comfort food. It’s probably why our friendship works so well. I don’t have to pull out all the stops or try to impress her. She’s happy to spend time withme,and she’s even happier when there’s dessert, too.
It’s nearly midnight when we decide to call it a night. Even though I have to be up in less than seven hours, I don’t want Josie to leave. I want to kiss her—gently, roughly, slowly,desperately, sweetly. It’s all I can focus on. It’s all I’ve been able to focus on. I feel like a drug addict because one hit of Josie and I was hooked, and I’ve been desperate to get my next fix ever since.
Before she opens the door to leave my suite, I stop her. “I want to see you again.”
“We see each other all the time, babes. That not enough?”
“That’s not what I meant.” I brush my fingers against her cheeks, which are rapidly turning pink. “But you knew that.”
I meant I can’t stop thinking about the way you kissed me like you were dying of thirst and I was water. I meant I’m desperate to spend an hour between your legs until you can’t handle any more pleasure. I meant I want to feel you come on my cock while you moan my name, begging for more.
Josie’s eyes widen and she starts singing Justin Bieber’s “What Do You Mean?” I can’t help but let out a loud laugh. Her ability to pair a song to every situation is impressive. Doesn’t matter if it’s an obscure song from the seventies, or a Top Ten hit on the radio.
“I mean,” I continue, “that I want to fuck you until you can’t stand straight. And I say that with the most utmost respect.”
Josie’s uncharacteristically quiet. I’m starting to wonder whether I laid all my cards on the table too soon when she finally says, “But we’re friends.”
“Friends are supposed to have fun together,” I point out, my eyes dwelling on her lips. “And we had a lot of fun.”
My dick agrees. We haven’t even done anything sexual tonight, and my balls ache for her touch.
“Sex will only complicate things, Theo. I don’t want either of us to end up getting hurt.” Her voice is slightly apprehensive. I’m not sure what to make of it, and I don’t know if she does, either. “Let’s just stick to friends, okay?”
She blinks her chestnut-brown eyes at me, silently asking me to agree as if I could ever say no to her. I haven’t stood a chance at that since the day we met. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear and nod. “We’ll always be friends.”
Her lips spread into a smile that would make any grown man fall to his knees. I would know because I have to lean against the door to support my weight the moment she leaves my suite. I’m not sure what’s going on with me. I hate doctors, but I’m seriously starting to think I need a neurologist to examine my brain.
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JOSIE
It wasa lot easier to keep Theo in the nice, tiny friend box I’d created for him when I didn’t know he wanted to sleep with me again. I mean, Theo’s always wanted to sleep with me and has made that abundantly clear since the day we met. But I thought it’d be an itch he’d scratch and then forget about. Apparently not.
As much as I hate to admit it, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since we left the last race.He’sall I’ve been thinking about. The feel of his large hand against my hip. The way his eyes light up with desire when he looks at me. The rough stubble gracing his jaw.
This is not part of my plan.
The plan is to focus on myself, not on Theo telling me he wants to fuck me until I can’t stand straight, which I have no doubt he can do. The man exudes sexual energy like it’s cologne.
“Are you okay?” Ella asks. We’re sitting in the pit garage, watching Blake and Theo do final checks on their cars before the Spanish Grand Prix. “You keep staring into space like you’re having some sort of fortune-teller vision.”
I rest my head against her shoulder. “Just tired.”
“You can talk to me, you know that, right? Breakups are always hard.”
My breakup with Andrew isn’t the issue. The fact that I’m already crushing on someone else is. Especially because that someone else just so happens to be Theo—my friend, her friend, her boyfriend’s best friend. Talk about complicated.
“I appreciate it, but I’m okay, El. Really.”
“Mm-hmm.” Ella studies me, tugging her lower lip between her teeth. I know she doesn’t believe me. “Okay. Well, my offer stands.”
“Thanks, babes,” I say. “I’m going to watch the race from the stands with Wes. Do you want to come?”
She shakes her head and grins. “And deal with Blake’s security team? No, thank you. I’ll see you at the event later, though, right?”
