She pulled on the hand she held and he came down, shifting his body to keep his weight off her. His eyes met hers and she reached up to pull his head down, her lips finding his. He kissed her like it was their first kiss and their last kiss all rolled into one. Her legs wrapped around him and she let herself get lost in the feel of Nikoli moving, the sensations cascading through her, and the way his lips ate at hers, like she was the only thing keeping him breathing.
His pace became faster, harder, and Lily groaned, the sensations in her body reacting to it, the pressure building. His lips left hers and his arms slid under her, wrapping his hands over her shoulder blades, holding her steady while he drove himself into her, his thrusts deep and hard. Lily cried out, the pleasure so intense she didn’t know if she wanted to run from it or demand more. Nikoli held her in place, his hips slamming into hers.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue swiping the lobe as his fingers found her clit and rubbed it. “Just let go, Milaya, let go.”
The pressure inside built and built with each hard press of his thumb against her clit, each thrust into her body. When the orgasm hit, she wasn’t prepared and screamed, Nikoli’s name leaving her lips as the wave crashed into and over her entire body. She was only vaguely aware of Nikoli shouting her own name as he reached his climax. His body sagged on top of hers, his breathing as labored as her own. Lily smiled and felt herself relaxing, her body heavy and sated. This was something she’d never regret or forget.
It was several moments before Nikoli was able to gain the strength to pull out of her and roll, bringing Lily with him. He didn’t say anything, but then neither did she. Never, in all his years, had he felt anything like he had when he made love to Lily. She’d shattered him, barreled forward and knocked down every wall he’d ever put up to protect himself. Her kindness, her need to love him like he did her, had been his downfall. She’d given to him what he’d never expected any woman to give. She’d given him every part of herself, holding nothing back, and he’d done the same. Her touch had undone him.
Lily Holmes scared the hell out of him.
Chapter Eighteen
The sound of cars being revved up blanketed the night. Lily blinked and brushed the remaining sleep out of her eyes. Nikoli had shaken her awake at 3:00 a.m. and here she was an hour later, still half asleep. She’d been awake a long time after they’d made love, thinking and listening to the even sound of Nikoli’s breathing as he slept. She was running on about two hours, but the sound of the engines, the smell of the gas, it all started to wake her sleepy mind.
It wasn’t what she imagined it would be. Growing up watching The Fast and The Furious movies had permanently warped her vision of what a street race should be. It was the middle of the night, the only real lights were some drop lights scattered around, and they’d taken over the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse. She’d imagined some racetrack scenario, with spectators and fans everywhere. Not what she got.
Nikoli left her and Luther by the car while he went to check in. Luther popped the hood and busied himself inspecting the car for the thousandth time. It was ready. She almost said something, but she knew it was his way of dealing with nerves. Instead, she studied the people, their backgrounds from all over, judging from the diverse group around her.
The adrenaline and excitement on every face she saw was, however, just as she’d imagined it. People were huddled in groups around their cars, some shooting the breeze, others shit-talking each other, and she grinned. This was amazing. No wonder her father had always said he loved this more than NASCAR. She wasn’t even driving, and her adrenaline was through the roof.
“Hey, baby.” Nikoli slid his arms around her. “How are you feeling?”
“Ohmygoshthisisamazing!” The words came out in a rush, all jumbled together, and Nikoli laughed.
“That’s not what I mean,” he whispered. “I mean are you okay after last night? Sore?”
Lily felt her face flame up at the reminder, and she shot a glance to where Luther was still buried under the hood of the car. “I’m fine,” she muttered.
Nikoli laughed again and gave her another squeeze. He could see the blush spreading like wildfire along her neck and cheeks. She was adorable when she was embarrassed. “So what do you think of your first underground race?” he asked, his hand brushing against the underside of her breast. Her small gasp made him grin wider.
“Well, I thought there would be more people here, more lights, more…everything.”
Luther stood up and slammed the hood. “Oh, there are plenty of those around, Lily. This race is invite only and very hush-hush. Got to keep it on the down low.”
“Are we ready?” Nikoli let his chin rest on the top of Lily’s head.
“If we’re not, there’s nothing we can do about it now.” Luther checked his watch. “You got five minutes to get in the car and get it to the starting line.”
“Luther, don’t let her out of your sight.” He turned Lily around and bent down to give her a quick kiss. “Wish me luck, baby.”
“Good luck,” she said, a ghost of a smile on her face. She seemed sad this morning, and Nikoli wanted to reassure her, but he couldn’t. He had the feeling she knew, like he did, this was their last weekend together. He had no idea how to comfort her when he was having issues coming to terms with it himself.
Instead of dwelling, he released her and slid behind the wheel of the car they’d labored over for this race. He started the engine, revved it a few times, and then pulled out, leaving Lily and Luther in his rear view mirror.
“Come on, Lily.” Luther took her arm and started to pull her closer to where the cars were lined up, despite the fact she stiffened up. She might be better, but she wasn’t cured. “We’ll wait up here so we can see them when they circle back and cross the finish the line.”
“How long does the race usually take?” Her eyes took in everything as she disentangled herself from Luther’s grip. A hint of her panic crept up her spine, but she took several deep breaths and made herself calm down.
“Depends,” Luther said, eyeballing the other cars. “It could be ten minutes or it could be a couple hours. The route is preprogrammed into the GPS. Nikoli got it when he signed in a few minutes ago. No one knows the route until they get in the car and plug the GPS in. Last year it was a thirty minute race.”
The engines revved up, and without warning they all squealed tires and sped off into the early morning darkness. Lily’s eyes widened. She’d expected someone up front to be waving a green flag or something.
Luther laughed at her expression. “We are ruining your expectations, huh?”
Lily nodded, nonplussed. This was not at all what she’d expected.
“We’ll take you to a race that will reaffirm all those expectations,” Luther said, laughing. “This one is for major money.”
Lily shot him a smile tinged with sadness. She highly doubted she’d be going to any other races with them, but she pushed those thoughts down and started counting the minutes.
Nerves ate at her. The last race she’d been to was the one that cost her father his life. He’d plowed into a wreck on the track, been hit by another car and pushed into the wall, trapped and unable to move when the next few cars slammed into the wreckage. Lily didn’t like to dwell on it because then she’d start thinking of if he’d been unconscious or if he’d been awake and in pain as he’d died. It always ripped her to shreds imagining all the what-ifs.
She couldn’t help but think about it now, though. Nikoli was racing, and even though this wasn’t a track, it was still dangerous. Maybe even more dangerous than an organized race like NASCAR. Worry for Nikoli consumed her, but she tried to keep it from showing. Luther was nervous enough for both of them.