He rose up, wanting to watch her breathe, to watch her breasts rise and fall as they moved in unison. He wanted to touch her, to rub his fingers over her clit as he thrust in and out of her. He wanted to watch her eyes darken as she rushed ever closer to climax.
And when she wrapped her legs around him again, when her * tightened around his cock and he knew she was ready to go off, that’s when he sank deep, when he fucked her harder, when he rubbed his chest against her breast and levered his hips against hers.
And when she screamed, it was the sweetest music she could ever sing, because it made him come hard, grinding against her and groaning out his own orgasm as he slid a hand under her butt to draw her even tighter against him while they both rode it out until they were spent and panting in each other’s ears.
“I don’t think I can move ever again,” she said a few minutes later.
He smiled and swept her hair out of her face. “Fortunately for you, it’s not quite time to check out yet.”
She laughed. “Good. I might be stuck like this for many hours.”
“Yeah, but I’m hungry.”
She rolled over on her side to face him. “What is it with men and sex and the need for food?”
“Protein replacement. When we ejaculate, we have to replenish, you know.”
She rolled her eyes. “I think that’s just an excuse to have a late-night burger.”
“Probably. So what would you like?”
She sat up and slid off the bed. On the way to the bathroom she stopped, turned, and looked at him. “A burger, of course.”
TWENTY-FOUR
EVELYN WAS BEYOND EXCITED TO BE IN ATLANTA, NOT only for the race but the upcoming convention. It was going to be an exciting couple weeks.
Gray agreed to go to the convention and be at his father’s side. The week of the convention was a bye week for racing, so it couldn’t have turned out more perfectly if she’d planned it.
The social media campaign had been going well, and she’d even gotten Gray more involved in that, doing some of his own posts on Facebook and Twitter, which was not only introducing his fans to the senator, it was getting them more involved with Gray on a racing level, which his fans loved. He’d been doing a great job talking about his father and what he was doing on the campaign trail, his father’s platform, and what Gray believed his father could do for the country. Gray mixed that in nicely with weekly race information—how he felt about the last race and information about the upcoming race. He kept his followers in the loop, both politically and race-wise.
He was gaining more followers every day, and hopefully he could see the value of being more directly involved in social media. It was a win-win.
She’d been trying to convince him to give a speech at the convention now that the senator was definitely going to be Cameron’s running mate. So far, Gray had said no, but she could tell from his voice and his body language it wasn’t a firm no. She understood his reluctance. He wasn’t a political kind of guy. Just being at the convention with his dad would be enough support. But if he gave a speech it would seal the deal, and Evelyn knew they’d garner a lot of votes.
Patience. She paced the confines of the trailer. She had to be patient, and everything would fall into place. Which was hard to do when all her peers and everyone who’d been with the senator were working so hard right now at the hotel near the convention center, while she was blazing a hole in Gray’s carpet in his trailer, stopping every few minutes to chew the last stubs off her fingernails or send an email or check polls or the latest blogs or statistics.
Doing nothing when the campaign was about to go into full swing was making her crazy. She wanted to be on the front lines.
She also wanted to be with Gray. This was a big race. He hadn’t done all that well in the Michigan or Bristol races and he’d dropped in the standings. Now in second, Atlanta was important. She needed to be here with him.
Actually, she didn’t. Her being here wouldn’t make him race any better. She needed to listen to her own advice. She’d told Stacie that Donny didn’t need her to be here holding his hand. The same held true for Evelyn.
Still, she wanted to be here, supporting him. She chewed on her fingernail and stared at the latest polls coming up on her laptop.
“You really shouldn’t be here.”
She whirled to find Gray staring at her from the steps, horrified that she’d so lost track of time.
“Tell me I didn’t miss practice.”
His lips curved as he threw his gear into a chair. “It was practice, Evelyn. Not a race.”
Dammit. “I’m so sorry. I just popped in here to check some stats and answer a few emails, which I could have done on my phone. And then I got involved reading some political blogs and a few news capsules. Then I made a few phone calls—”
He jerked her into his arms and kissed her, which always seemed to calm the adrenaline rush work brought out in her. When he pulled away, she was languid and turned on. But still felt guilty.
“I’m still sorry I missed practice.”