Page 22 of Racer

“No arguments.”

She huffed, muttering something that might’ve been “bossy jerk,” but she’d clearly figured out I wasn’t budging because she let me lead her to the parking lot anyway.

Her car was already there, tucked neatly in one of the back rows. I waited while she got in, then climbed on my bike and trailed her the whole way. Her house wasn’t far, only a few minutes from the Redline Kings compound. But it was just long enough for the wind to cool the fire still simmering under my skin. And for me to remember that I didn’t want to scare Emily by pushing too fast, even if my whole body still hummed from the feel of her under my hands.

She parked her car in the narrow gravel strip beside the house she mentioned she shared with her brother, and I pulled my bike up next to her. The porch light was on, the small front yard quiet. A single potted plant hung by the door, swaying gently in the breeze.

Emily climbed out of her car, brushing her hands on her hips like she didn’t know what to do with them. Her coveralls were still rumpled, her cheeks pink, and her lips swollen from my kiss.

I stepped off my bike and closed the distance between us in three strides—backing her up against the side of her car and cupping her face in my hands.

“You okay?” I asked, voice softer now.

She nodded and looked up at me from under her thick lashes. “I…yeah. Good night.”

I raised a brow and growled, “Not done yet, angel.”

She blinked. “What?”

Instead of answering, I crushed my mouth over hers.

She kissed me back with a low, breathless moan, melting into me as though she’d been waiting all day for this. The sound made my knees lock and my cock throb in my jeans. I kissed her until she was breathless, her eyes half lidded, lips kissed raw.

My mouth was rough and bruising. Possessive. My hands splayed along her hips, fingers flexing, anchoring her to me because I felt like I’d lose my fucking mind if I had to let her go. Her arms came around my shoulders, pulling me closer, until I could feel her every breath, every tremble, every pulse of heat that radiated from her. She was like a fucking drug.

I kissed her until she couldn’t stand up straight. Until her lips were swollen, her knees were weak, and she was clinging to me as though she didn’t ever want me to stop.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her lips wet, and her chest heaving.

I brushed my thumb across her cheek. “Lock the door behind you.”

She nodded, dazed. “Okay.”

I didn’t trust myself to say anything else. Just turned and walked away, every step heavier than it should’ve been. When I reached my bike, I waited for her to go inside before swinging a leg over the seat. Then I peeled off into the dark—her taste still on my lips, her scent still in my lungs, and my cock still as hard as steel in my jeans.

This girl was gonna ruin me.

Yeah.

I was in so much fucking trouble.

8

RACER

Istood on the upper platform of the crew box with Kane, Edge, and Emily, my arms braced against the metal railing as we watched one of Kane’s boys tear through the course in the final race before mine. Miller was a Redline King, a hell of a driver, and one of Kane’s oldest friends. I’d met him years back when I started racing pro. He had a quick wit and was smoother behind the wheel than most people were on their best day walking. We’d become good friends.

“Fucking hell. The air here is thick enough to chew,” I griped.

My clothes had become a second skin, and the humidity made every breath feel like it had weight. It was nearly ten p.m., but the floodlights overhead lit the entire lot as though it were high noon in hell.

I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe away the sweat trickling down the sides of my face. When I looked up, I caught Emily eyeing my abs and grinned. Her gaze bounced up to mine when I dropped the damp fabric, and I winked, letting her know she’d been caught ogling. Not that I minded.

Her cheeks bloomed red, but she just shrugged and turned back to watching the race.

Damn.Everything about this woman tempted me.

Shaking my head, I chuckled and returned my attention to the cars.

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