Page 72 of Wrecked
I shove my hands into my hair and pull roughly at the roots. What the fuck am I going to tell Jasmine? I called her right after it happened, but she never answered. Now I've had time to stew on my actions, and it seems ten times worse.
As if I've just conjured her up, a knock sounds throughout the apartment.
I was supposed to go and see her in a little while. She wasn't supposed to come here. But I can't see it being anyone else.
And while I'm dying for the solace she always seems to provide, I just stare at the door, not moving from the spot. I'm more apprehensive than ever about telling her what happened.
And my mood? That shit is volatile.
I finally force my legs to move after there's more knocking and slowly pull the door open. Her beaming smile when she looks up at me hits me straight in the chest, and it feels like I've just spotted land after being adrift in the ocean.
That's when I turn into complete chicken shit.
Instead of telling her what went down earlier today, I pull her toward me, slam the door, and then press her against it before lowering my head. The pulse thumping in my neck beats in time with the words chanting in my head.
Need. Need. Need.
I fuckingneedher right now. I devour her mouth before she even has a chance to speak while my hands take greedy handfuls of her ass. My body is practically melding into hers with the grip I have on her. Her gasp is swallowed by my hungry mouth, and I try to lose myself in her.
She doesn't let me, though, gently pushing at my chest with a flustered chuckle. “Hi,” she breathes out.
“Hey,” I manage to rasp out before diving back into her mouth. I'm already rock-hard for her. She smells so damn good that it consumes my senses, and I inhale as much of her as I can.
And her lips,god, her lips. So fucking soft and pillowy. I could stay kissing them for hours.
After another few seconds, she's pushing me back again, pressing her head against the door and smiling. “I have something to show you first.”
No. Bringing my forehead to rest against hers, I try to calm myself down from this crazy mixture of emotions plaguing me. All I want to do is drown myself in her pussy, and she's not letting me. Ineedher touch like I need air, and she's forcing me to suffocate.
I'm practically vibrating.
I pull her hands to rest on my chest, silently begging her. Can't she feel that it's on the verge of tearing apart? I guess not because she manages to scoot herself out from between me and the door and then walks into my kitchen to grab a bottle of water, oblivious to the hurricane inside me.
She glances at the photo on my fridge like she always does and then does a double-take when she sees the empty beer cans on my counter.
“Are these from today?” she asks.
“No.” I didn't have anything after I got home since I had drained every last drop throughout the week. I wish I had gone and gotten more. Then I wouldn't feel like my insides are trying to escape through my skin.
“Well,” she starts, refocusing on me with a grin. “I couldn't wait until you came over later, so that's why I'm here now. Since you're done with theothertype of racing, I was talking to one of my patients, and he has connections to people in the sports car racing industry or whatever it's called.” She rushes everything out in one long breath, but I'm still stuck on the fact she said I was done with theotherracing. “Anyway, he gave me a card to give to you and said he's sure he can get you in for a try-out or something. I kind of lost what he was saying at one point because I don't understand all the terms, but I figured you could just talk to him. I don't know how you'll juggle it with your job now, but, um, yeah. Isn't that great?”
I stare blankly at her for a moment while she pulls something out of her bag, the turbulent feelings spreading uncontrollably throughout my body. They sizzle below the surface, looking for any crack to ooze out onto the surface.
She doesn't want me the way I am.
Something in me snaps, and then all those tempestuous emotions flow out through the opening they found.
My eyes narrow. “Who said I was done with that racing?”
She falters. “Oh, I just thought since you didn't have any more that you wererequiredto do for them.”
“What you thought was that you didn't want to date someone who did it, right? Can't possibly reach up to your standards if I'm doing illegal stuff, right? Would never want to tell people what I do, right?”
God, I need to shut the fuck up.
While my lips spit vicious words, my heart and brain scream at me to shut my mouth and take her in my arms, never letting go.
“Cam, I . . .” She shakes her head, unsure of what to say.
