Stealing His Thunder (Masters of Adrenaline 1)

Chapter 6

“Choose.”

Addison turned reluctantly away from his cars, and raised a brow. “It would help if you told me where we were going.”

He took a long moment to check her out. Today she was in jeans and a T-shirt. The girl wore casual in a way that said she had no idea how good she looked, and yet he wanted nothing more than to lean her over the hood of his Viper and shove his dick in her. Why the Viper? Because it was the closest. She made him ache with impatience. Why the hell had he chosen an outing that didn’t have sex built into it? Well . . . not as a given. Not that he’d turn it down if things headed that way.

Maybe they could take a detour.

He took a chance and wrapped his arms around her from behind, and was oddly satisfied when she leaned back against him. The hint of her floral shampoo filled his nostrils, and brought him immediately back to having her tied and helpless in his bedroom. It was crazy how much he enjoyed having her at his mercy—it was crazier that he liked this small intimacy almost as much.

“You don’t need to know where we’re going, just tell me which one you want to drive.”

“I get to drive one of your cars?”

“This once. But if you drive like it’s a drag race, it’ll be the last time.”

She bounced up and down, and he had to loosen his hold so he didn’t get headbutted in the nose.

“Oh my god! I’ll be careful. I’ll be so, so careful!” She squealed then shot him a dirty look. “You didn’t hear me do that.”

“What? I can’t hear you past this weird ringing in my ears.”

She pulled away and moved toward his collection. “It wasn’t that loud!”

Although his first instinct was to follow her, he stayed where he was, watching as she walked the rows of cars. Not touching her when she was so close was difficult, but he didn’t want to crowd her.

“I think you gave me tinnitus when you were getting off the other night. Atlas said the crystal chandelier in the foyer shattered.”

“Oh my god! They were home?” Her gaze flew to his over the top of his Lamborghini.

“Yup.”

She groaned and whispered, “Fuck. I’ll never be able to look them in the eye again.”

“They don’t judge us. They’re into kink as much as I am.” Luke had busted his balls worse than Atlas had, probably because he was jealous. “Nothing makes a man proud like giving a woman screaming orgasms, and having his best friends hear it. Too bad it wasn’t poker night.”

Her cheeks were bright pink, but she took control over her expression, and tried to look bored. “I was faking.”

“Sure you were.” He chuckled.

She rolled her eyes. “You really are a cocky bastard.”

“I have every reason to be.”

Either she was too excited to pursue that line of conversation, or really wanted to change the subject, because she turned her hungry gaze back to his cars. “The Spyder!” she exclaimed. “Can I please drive your Spyder?”

“Certainly. Top up or down?”

“Mine or the car’s?”

“Ha ha. Here I am trying to b

e a gentleman for once in my life, and you have to go and make it dirty.”

The grin she flashed him may have altered the earth’s gravitational pull. He felt lighter, anyway. Such a beautiful girl. She always looked like she was up to mischief, too, and he loved it.

“It was nice of you not to choose something at the back of my garage.”