12. Chapter 12 #2
Zephyr did not move slowly. Ever. So, Neil’s languid, soft kisses were driving her absolutely mad . He turned her into such a pleading thing. Zephyr gripped his collar, tugging him closer and nearly whimpering when his pace remained the same.
“Faster,” she begged, her face embarrassingly pink.
“No,” he refused. “I won’t let you rush this.”
Gods, he was taking his time. Always hovering where she really wanted him, but just teasing her with promises. On one hand, she was glad that she had made him feel secure enough that he could take his sweet time with her.
But on the other hand… Zephyr’s other hand knotted into his hair and pulled him forward, centering that teasing mouth directly between her legs.
He met her challenge with a wicked tongue, and he moaned unabashedly every time she pulled his hair or ground against him. For once, she didn’t need to chase her climax. She came hard and loud, and she collapsed with an arm thrown over her eyes as she panted on the hood.
Fighting to see through the stars in her vision, Zephyr struggled to sit up. Neil gently pushed her on her back once more. He ended her confusion in seconds, his mouth returning to between her legs. She bucked against him, startled.
“Neil—”
“I told you, we’re not rushing this. You’re not giving up on me so soon, are you?” His head twisted suddenly as he bit her thigh. She chewed her lip, but that did nothing to stifle her moan. “I thought racers were known for their stamina . You look like you’re about to fall apart.”
It was too soon—she was too sensitive. But she was so damned competitive. Zephyr ground out her frustration when he allowed her, and she knew this was payback for all the times she had teased him. This was not how she had imagined him getting her back.
His arm was an iron bar across her hips, pinning her against the hood so she couldn’t find her own release. She had to wait for him to finish lapping her up, so fucking lazy .
“Please, please, please .” Zephyr glanced down at him. He paused, meeting her eyes and seeming to consider her request.
“Do you have any idea how good you fucking taste?” he asked.
“I…don’t?”
She squirmed, watching as Neil stalked from the front of her car to the side of the hood.
His fingers threaded into her hair before knotting in it and forcing her head to turn to the side.
He kissed her hard, deep, messy. He continued kissing her until he caught her hand snaking down to finish what he’d started.
His hand clamped around her wrist and hauled it over her head. “Don’t be impatient,” he said.
“Don’t be greedy,” she snapped back.
“Fine. I can speed this up.” Neil took a step back, unzipping the top of his coveralls and slipping the top off.
It hung, suspended by his belt, and revealed the tight white cotton t-shirt he wore underneath.
He was bulkier than she had realized. Gods, she hoped she wasn’t drooling.
She squeezed her legs together to give herself a small amount of unsatisfying friction.
Neil moved to the shop’s sink, scrubbing his hands before returning to her.
He gripped her knees, prying her willing legs back open before him.
He slid a finger, and then a second, inside her.
She arched against his hand, but he hadn’t exaggerated.
She didn’t have long to wait before she was whimpering unabashedly once more.
“You should have more restraint,” Neil said as she writhed under his machinations. “I’ve been waiting for you for years . You’ve been waiting to come for minutes.”
His words were enough to tip her over that edge, even as they confused her. “Oh, I can’t again,” she muttered when his mouth replaced his fingers.
“You’re dripping , Zephyr,” he protested. “I’m simply helping clean up.”
“You’re helping yourself, you mean.” She pushed the hem of her dress back down, but could only lie there. She felt lighter than she had in months, but momentarily exhausted. It had been a long time since she’d been with anyone, and she honestly hadn’t expected to be spoiled like this.
Neil scooped her off the hood, carrying her over to the passenger seat before settling her inside.
He threw her boots in the backseat before he vanished into the office.
He returned with her keys and a small backpack, which she assumed had a change of clothes inside.
Benefits of a dirty job, she supposed. You always had extra clothing stashed away.
She let him get behind the steering wheel of her car, though he had glanced at her before getting in, as if to ask permission. Now he tapped on the dash thoughtfully. “I was going to take us to the bonfire, but I can’t find where I dropped your underwear.”
She laughed, tugging his coat around her body. Gods, she hoped Hattie wouldn’t be the one to find her lost underwear. The old witch would not handle that quietly or without embarrassing her grandson and Zephyr both. “Just drive me home,” she demanded.
Her change of subject threw off his smug routine. Neil frowned. “It’s only nine-thirty.”
“Perfect. I’ve been told that’s your bedtime.”
Now he flushed, but he obeyed her command. The garage opened again, and they were off into the night.