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language, which was difficult from the way he lay on his back with his hands propped under his head,
staring at the ceiling, his eyes expressionless.
You said that before, I prompted.
I was involved in underground car races, Jett mumbled, hesitating again.
Okay, I prompted again.
They re not like what you see on sports channels, Brooke. There s no one to inspect your car
and change your tires. We raced for money and reputation, mostly in huge storage halls and parking
buildings. Sometimes outside on quiet streets or mountain roads.
His eyes narrowed on me and a glint appeared. Sensing the magnitude of what he was about to
tell me, I held my breath, not daring to move or touch him in case he changed his mind and bottled up
again.
It started after& uhm& my father threw me out when I was sixteen.
Why did he do that?
Ever since my mother left, I d been harboring a grudge against him, you know, questioning his
authority and the way he used to demand respect when he had never really behaved like a father. My
tendency to confront him in front of other people embarrassed him. He kept saying I was endangering
his company with my behavior, so I chose to do the opposite of what he wanted. And in the end he
threw me out. I stayed with my friends, many of them older than me. They kept me off the streets and
taught me how to drive and how to fight, which is how things started. The fact that my life didn t mean
a damn thing to me made me bold and reckless, and hell bent on winning. At some point, I was
addicted to adrenaline.
You mean fighting, like Kung Fu?
He laughed. Let me guess. You were just thinking of Bruce Lee?
I smirked. More like Jackie Chan. I used to love that guy.
I hope not in the literal sense. His eyes bore into me. So beautiful. So deep. It was nothing
professional. No gloves, no protective headgear.
Hot, hot, hot!
Did the temperature just soar? Or was it my blood pressure sending me into the scorching
desert at the images running through my mind?
That s pretty rough, I said.
Yeah. He nodded. Direct body contact is rough. And you? The sudden attempt at changing
the subject didn t escape me. I wanted to hear more about his past. I wanted it so bad it hurt, and yet I
knew pushing him wasn t the right way to go. Not with a man like Jett.
Did you like sports? he insisted.
Seriously? Did he ever look at me?
Uhm. I laughed. I used to swim and run, until I grew those boobs.
So heavy lifting then, judging from your breasts& His gaze traveled to my chest and
remained there. He didn t even pretend not to be staring.
Oh my god, you re such a jerk. I punched him playfully.
Quite the contrary. It was meant as a compliment. But just to make sure I m not wrong, may I
touch them? He grinned that panty-dropping smile of his that always made me want to beg him to do
naughty things to me. His hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs began to caress them through the
thin material of my top and bra. My nipples instantly hardened, sending a jolt of pleasure through my
body.
You may not. I slapped his hands away, pretending I didn t want it, but my shallow breathing
was a dead giveaway. Jett rolled on his back and pulled me on top of him. His knee pried my legs
open and settled between them, rubbing gently against my sex. I suppressed a moan at the wet
sensation pooling down there.
I made sure to book a room with a whirlpool, Jett whispered. You wanna try it? His voice
oozed sensuality and countless promises of pleasure. We could order dinner, and then we could have
desert. You get to choose. I m game for whatever you want.
His hand trailed down my stomach and squeezed under my shirt, as his mouth began to place
heated kisses on my neck.
I moaned. No alcohol.
You think that s the only way I can get you into bed? His hoarse chuckle reverberated through
me, making me shudder with want.
Obviously not.
I m in, I whispered. Let s do this.
Chapter 14
THE ROUND WHIRLPOOL was big enough to fit several people not that the thought of
others joining us appealed to me. One person was more than enough for me. I watched Jett as he
slowly peeled off his clothes, with each piece revealing more of his delicious body. And then he was
standing in front of me, with only his underwear to hide his impressive modesty. Towering at over six
feet, his height both intimidated and fascinated me. The tattoos both attracted and aroused me. He felt
my gaze on his manhood and let out a deep sexy breath, the sound vibrating through my lower
abdomen. I knew what came next, and the prospect of seeing him completely naked excited me. I
couldn t wait to get my hands on him.
Let me help you, he whispered and started to undress me in slow but measured steps, his eyes
never leaving mine. Those sinful eyes that never failed to light my whole being on fire. His hands
pulled my top over my head and then unzipped my skirt, taking all the time in the world when I didn t
feel particularly patient.
Standing in front of him in my panties and my bra, my hands slid down his hard torso. His
fingers gripped my chin and forced my face up to look at him.
You re sexy, Brooke, but today I can t give you what you want.
Why s that? My voice was hoarse yet playful, pretending not to know he was talking about
sex, while my hands continued to caress his naked chest. He moaned as my fingers moved further
south, rubbing over the well-defined bulge beneath his shorts. Are you giving in yet?
No. A soft hiss escaped his throat. And you should stop before I change my mind.
Maybe I don t want you to, I purred, my hand continuing to stroke his length. I almost
squealed with delight as he began to grow in size before my eyes. Maybe this is exactly what I
need.
No, baby. He shook his head and closed his eyes for a brief moment. His face was a mask of
desire but he fought it hard, which both infuriated and delighted me because I loved a challenge. His
eyes opened again and he regarded me with so much determination I knew I had to step up my game.
So far we ve focused on sex only, Jett whispered. Today I want to give you romance
because it s our first official date.
He was doing it all backwards!
My body was craving for him. I didn t mind doing him on our first official date at all. Come to
think of it, we had done it already but that was just the appetizer.
Ah, our first date. I laughed out loud. You ve given me a date I think I ll never forget for the
rest of my life.
You think or you re sure about that? His mouth curled into a stunning smile. I wanted to run
my fingers through his unruly hair and suck his lower lip into my mouth, biting and teasing so hard
he d beg for mercy.
I was whisked away on a ship and then you saved my life. My hands moved beneath his
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