Page 37 of Midnight Racers

Her huge blue eyes stared up at me. “I thought you were an intruder.”

“And you planned on handling the situation yourself?” I queried. “With a crowbar?”

She wiggled her nose from side to side the way that witch used to do in the show from years ago. “I didn’t really think that far ahead.” A delicious blush spread across her cheeks. “I just heard a noise and lifted this on the way through.”

This was what drove Jordan crazy—the blatant disregard for their own safety. The women in our lives wandered around oblivious to the monsters who looked like regular men. Admittedly, we could fall into that category, but that was an argument for another day.

“I really don’t think I’m happy with you deciding to tackle risks by yourself. Maybe you should find somewhere safe and phone someone in future.” That way Jordan or me could come along and shoot the bad guy.

Charlotte studied her toes in her Converse trainers. “You said we weren’t to contact each other.” I frowned at her comment. “How can I phone you if I’m supposed to be ignoring the fact you exist?”

That stabbed me right in the chest. She could have been in danger and didn’t feel she could phone me. Jordan had already dealt with a threat at the door of this very building.

“Charlotte,” I groaned. “What the fuck are you trying to do to me?”

“Nothing. Goodnight, Flynn.” She turned and walked back out through the door and closed it behind her.

The memory of that kiss had haunted me for two weeks. I woke up thinking about her. I drunk myself into a stupor at nights in the hope of forgetting her. Now, she was treating me like I had hurt her when I was trying to protect her.

The last thread of my temper snapped and I tossed the cloth I had been wiping the grease from my fingers with down and stormed after her. She was in the locker room, changing out of her baggy overalls, her yoga pants and vest top showing every curve of her body.

She stood up since she was bent over to step out of her overalls. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open. I had something that would fit in there and I was more than a little tempted.

“What the fuck, Charlotte?” I demanded.

She chewed the side of her lip. “What?”

“Webothagreed to avoid each other to prevent anything happening. Now I’m the bad guy?”

“I didn’t say that, Flynn. You’re the one who has stayed away, while all the guys ask what’s wrong with you. Apparently, you’ve never been away from the garage this long and you’ve been narky at your other work.” Her hands landed on her hips in indignation. “I thought we were going to be grown-ups?”

I glared at her, my temper steadily rising—or maybe that was my arousal levels? She took a step back when I paced forward and that predator-prey instinct activated in me. My hand wrapped around her throat to tilt her head back as I stepped close to her.

“All I want to be is a grown-up,” I grated out. “I want to peel those leggings off and spank that curvy ass of yours until you stop being such a brat.”

Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating.

“Then I want to pin you against the wall and fuck you until I get this madness out of my system.” My head dipped until our foreheads touched. “You’re like a fever in my blood that I can’t get under control.”

Her mouth fell open and I felt her rapid breaths against my chin. Her floral fragrance intoxicated me and my other hand gripped her waist.

“Flynn,” Charlotte gasped. “We were supposed to go back to being friends.”

My hand tightened at her throat and I tilted her head back until our gazes locked. “Does this feel friendly?” I demanded. “Are you thinking about cars right now?”

She tried to shake her head.

My body pushed hers further into the locker, our hips flush together. “I stayed away because if I came here and saw you, I’d do what I’m doing right now.”

She tried to swallow, her throat contracting against my hand.

“Every part of me craves you with an intensity that burns through me.” My lips hovered over hers. “I want to lock you away from the world until this madness subsides.”

Charlotte leaned into me, her eyes fluttering closed. “Please.”

I wasn’t sure what her plea was for, but my body took control of the discussion, my mouth finding hers. This was what had consumed me for the past few days. The memory of the way she fit against me. Our two bodies finding that perfect alignment that created a whole. My hand remained at her throat, but my other hand came up to grasp her hair.

She gasped into my mouth and my tongue invaded. Her hands grabbed my shirt and knotted into it to drag me even closer. My dick had lost control because he was straining to get to Charlotte through the zip on my jeans. Unless he suddenly turned into Thor’s hammer, that wasn’t happening no matter how hard he was battering his head against the metal railing that was holding him prisoner.

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