No Limits (Stacked Deck #5) - Emilia Finn Page 0,16

I glance forward and find Manda waving someone over, I look back in my rearview mirror to find Jackson’s passenger door open.

Out she climbs, long legs, long torso, long everything. And that inch of belly… just seeing it makes my hands itch.

She saunters around between Jackson’s car and mine, purposely walks up my side of my car so she passes within only a foot of my door. If I opened my window, I could hook an arm around her stomach and pull her in, just to see what happens when you mix fire and ice.

Her long hair hangs all the way down to the middle of her back. Soft, salon-type waves – no chick in the history of the world has those waves without products and a salon.

Resting on top of her head… my hat.

I watch her move to Manda, chat for a moment – nods, smiles, words – only for Madilyn to turn and face me and Kallan. She looks straight into my fucking eyes, testing me, taunting me, and brings phantom pains to my balls when I look down her legs and stop on that knee.

My eyes narrow, and my hands tighten on the wheel. Then she reaches into her shirt and begins fussing with her bra. Without removing her shirt, without showing a single scrap of skin except for that sinful inch of stomach above her jeans – damn that sneak of belly – she unclasps that fucker, pulls it through her sleeve, and grins when it comes free.

Black lace, see-through. It’s fucking see-through – which means her panties are too.

I turn to my right and study Kallan’s profile as he watches her like a starving dog. She’s his steak, and he’s caught in her web. In his mind, he’s thinking filthy things, despite the fact he has a girl waiting thirty feet from where he sits. He’s mesmerized by Madilyn, unable to look away, unable to fucking breathe because she’s so pretty.

Turning back, I study her eyes hidden beneath my hat. Her jeans as they cover her like a second skin. And after a moment when our eyes refuse to part, her puckered nipples that push against the fabric of her shirt.

I move in my seat, rearrange my zipper away from my hardening cock, and groan when her tongue comes out to wet her plump bottom lip. Does she know she’s a fuckin’ siren? Or is she naïve like Hayley, and has no clue that everyone can see her nipples now?

Revving my car, I lift my chin when she tilts her head to the side in question. Hands on the wheel, I turn one, crook my finger, and welcome the pulse in my cock when she drops her sex kitten act and meanders in my direction.

She’s beautiful. Elegant. She might have anger issues, what with the way she knees dudes in the balls for no reason, but still, I can’t not touch my cock as she walks to my passenger door and bends down when I lower the window.

Her lips quirk up when our eyes meet. Her brow lifts. And her shirt drops forward with her angle, giving me a delicious view of something that may belong to Jackson Price.

“What?” She fixes her hat – my hat – and rests her arms on the doorframe. “You need to forfeit or something?”

I shake my head. Nod toward my empty passenger seat. “Ride with me.”

“Ha!” She literally throws her head back on a barking laugh. “You’re kidding. You’re hilarious, Kincaid!” But then she brings her eyes back to mine and quietens. “Shit, you’re serious?”

I say nothing. I only stare into tawny eyes and wonder why it took twenty-two years to discover them.

“Holy shit, man.” She shakes her head. “You’re legit the most arrogant person I’ve ever met in my life.” She points toward the car behind mine. “And I’m riding with Jackson Price. I honestly thought he had the market share on arrogance, but I’ve been schooled.” She stands tall and chuckles under her breath. “Seriously. Douchebag.”

“Madilyn?” I lean a little to the side, duck lower, and wait for her eyes. “Hey, Madilyn?”

On a dramatic sigh, she lowers back down and lifts a brow. “I’m not riding with you. The fact you’d even suggest it baffles me.”

“When I win,” I counter. “When I beat Price and become the owner of a brand-new Challenger, ride with me then.”

Snickering, she shakes her head. “You’re insane. I’m not a conquest for you, okay? The fact I came with Jackson does not