Faster Hotter
Authors: Colleen Masters,Hearts Collective
Tags: #romance, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Sports, #Coming of Age, #New Adult & College, #Genre Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
FASTER HOTTER
Take Me... #4
by Colleen Masters
A Hearts Collective Production
Copyright © 2014 Hearts Collective
All rights reserved. This document may not be reproduced in any way without the expressed written consent of the author. The ideas, characters, and situations presented in this story are strictly fictional, and any unintentional likeness to real people or real situations is completely coincidental.
DEDICATION
Thank you to all the fans who support me and have given such incredibly kind words over the past few months—you know who you are :) Thank you all for reading,
Faster Hotter
is the fourth and final book in the Take Me... series—enjoy!!
Faster Hotter
(Take Me...#4)
Other Books by Hearts Collective:
Damaged But Not Broken
(New Adult Rockers) by W.H. Vega
Wounded But Not Scarred
(New Adult Rockers 2) by W.H. Vega
Falling Harder
(New Adult Romance) by W.H. Vega
Broken Strings
by Brynn O'Connor
Fuel To The Fire
by Brynn O'Connor
Special Thanks to LJ Anderson at www.mayhemcovercreations.com for the beautiful cover art and design.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
Just after the Dallas Grand Prix...
A tipsy little gasp of surprise slips past my lips as Harrison lifts me up into his arms. The hotel hallway carpet falls away beneath me as he scoops me up like a bride on her wedding night. I look into his clear blue eyes, willing my gaze to steady itself. This hasn’t been the soberest of evenings, after all—what with our championship titles to celebrate.
“Babe, we’ve made it back to the room,” I tell him, “I think I can manage to walk the rest of the way.”
“Come on,” he grins, cradling me against his firm chest, “Let me escort the champion over the threshold.”
I laugh as he nudges the door of our hotel room open with his sculpted shoulder and carries me inside.
“I think you’ve got the wrong Lazio, lover boy,” I giggle, “Last I checked, it was Enzo who won the championship, not me.”
“I most certainly do not have the wrong Lazio,” Harrison says, bearing me across as the room as if I weighed nothing at all. “You were the real champion today, Siena. You were our champion. You know that, don’t you?”
“I guess that was some fancy footwork with Marques, huh?” I smile.
“That was some super sleuth shit, is what that was,” Harrison says, attempting to set me down gently on the bed. But I’m not the only one who’s been raising a few celebratory glasses tonight. Harrison loses his balance and falls onto the bed beside me, drawing raucous laughter from us both. We role towards each other, our hands unable to be kept to ourselves.
“Uh-oh,” I chide playfully, “Did Mr. Lead Driver have a few too many at the bar?”
“On the contrary. I don’t think I had nearly enough,” Harrison says, pulling me toward him. “Lead Driver: Harrison Davies,” he says, tasting the words as if they were a fine smoky scotch. “Goddamn, I like that sound of that.”
“That makes two of us,” I tell him, planting my hands on his solid chest, “Do you know how proud I am, after what you did today?”
“It was a bloody good race,” Harrison says, smoothing down my unruly curls.
“It was, but that’s not what I mean,” I tell him, “You could have easily taken first place today; you were right there at the finish fine. But instead, you let Enzo have it. I want you to know how much that means to me.”
“I didn’t let him do anything,” Harrison insists, “I just needed to make damn well sure that Marques didn’t make it across that finish line. And, well...maybe I cut him off with the knowledge that Enzo would take first. And that maybe I’d make it onto his good side, finally...”
“Aww,” I tease, “Trying to get in good with my big brother, huh? Maybe now he’ll let you take me to the prom.”
“You are incorrigible, Siena Lazio,” he growls, pulling me on top of him. I swing a leg over his trim hips, straddling him on the bed.
“I am...surprisingly drunk,” I tell him, “I don’t get it. I only had a couple of drinks at the bar. The rest of you were pounding them like there was no tomorrow.”
“Well, champagne goes to your head right quick,” Harrison says, laying his hands on my hips, “You’re more of a red wine girl, most days.”
“Damn straight,” I smile, moving my hips ever so gently against him, “What can I say? I’m a lady with pretty good taste.”
“You’re here with me, aren’t you?” Harrison winks.
“Now, now,” I say, clicking my tongue, “Don’t let that team championship title go to your head, Mr. Davies. You’ve got a long career ahead of you, now. Can’t be getting cocky this early in the game. I might just have to put you in your place...”
“I’ve always been cocky,” Harrison reminds me.
“You can say that again,” I say, pressing tantalizingly against his crotch.
“As fun as wordplay can be,” Harrison says, sliding his hands over the rise of my ass, “There’s something else I’d much rather be doing with my tongue than twisting it.”
Harrison’s arms circle my waist and pull me down. I fall forward onto my hands; my body drawn tightly against him. I stretch out across his tall, cut form—savoring the feel of his hard, muscular body beneath me. My fingers find their way into his dirty blonde hair as our mouths come together. Harrison’s tongue arcs into my mouth, and a sigh of bliss escapes my throat. As our tongues entangle, I can feel my pulse begin to quicken in my veins. So much for leaving the tongue twisters behind.
“This time next year,” Harrison growls, rolling me onto my back, “I’ll be a world champion. I promise you that, Siena.”
“You don’t have to promise me anything,” I tell him, running my hands over his rock hard biceps, “Only that we’ll be together.”
“That part’s easy,” he smiles, bringing his lips to my neck. His hands travel along the length of me, leaving searing trails of sensation wherever they go.
“Easy?” I laugh, “We haven’t even known each other a year, Harrison. We’ve already been at the heart of a major scandal, a crime spree, and a few rather nasty fights, if I’m remembering things correctly. We’ve traveled the world, beaten up spies, witnessed countless wrecks and acts of mayhem...”
“Like I said,” Harrison shrugs, “Easy as pie.”
“I think you may have developed some memory problems after your last crash,” I tell him, cocking an eyebrow, “Our relationship so far has been anything but a walk in the park. Not that I’m complaining or anything...”
“Well sure,” Harrison says, training his eyes on mine, “But everything we’ve worked through together, it hasn’t felt like work. Not to me. We belong together, Siena. No question. So anything we have to overcome, we will. There’s no other option; there’s no ‘maybe not’.”
I feel my heart begin to race with an irresistible cocktail of love and lust. How can one man be such a bad boy sex god and a passionate romantic all at the same time? And what the hell am I doing wasting time with questions when he’s laying on top of me?
“There’s no doubt in my mind either.” I tell him, wrapping my long legs around the small of his back. He leans into me, his stiffening member pressing right where I want to feel it most. I grind against that firm length, reveling in the feel of it against me. It’s an incredible thought, but there’s literally not one thing about Harrison that I would change. Sure, he has his flaws. He’s quick to anger, and quicker to put himself in insanely dangerous situations. But all of those things just make me love him more, in the end. He may be a cavalier bad boy, but he’s my cavalier bad boy. And only I know that there’s a heart of pure gold beneath those hard, smooth pecs. I love being the only person who truly knows Harrison—and the truth is; he’s the only one who knows me, too.
Looking up at him in our darkened Dallas hotel room, a novel, crazy idea strays into my mind. What if Harrison and I made our love for each other more...official? I’ve never thought of myself as the marrying type, and picturing Harrison Davies settling down might have seemed mad before I knew him. But now I can’t help but wonder. When we’re together, it’s like we’re in a world of our own. We understand everything about each other so well, share the same ambitious drive and diehard tenacity. We’re already poised to be F1’s new power couple. So what if...
