Page 56 of No Fear
He reassured himself that this wasn’t really driving. The strip was a quarter mile in a straight line. She wanted to drive. She’d told him so. Even if she’d immediately retracted the question and been nervously arguing with him ever since. She wanted this, needed it, to know that she could do even the things that scared her, so he was going to make sure she did it. That was all there was to it.
Remy slid his hand over hers on the gear shift, “Ready?”
“No.”
“Are you ready?” He repeated when she shook her head.
“I…” Her hand on the wheel tightened until her knuckles were white and then she bit into her bottom lip, faced forward and nodded, “I… okay. Yeah, let’s do this.”
“On the count of three…” He felt his heart ratchet up a notch when she shifted in her seat, putting her foot on the pedal and giving another nod, “One. Two. Three.”
He shoved the gear shift forward and the car lurched. They peeled out and the smell of burning rubber hit his nose at the same moment the back end began to swing around. He started to open his mouth, to remind Rachel to grip the wheel and steer, but she was already correcting and straightening them as the car sped forward. A grin spread over her face and it was her hand on the shifter that moved this time as the tach on the dash neared the red line. He pulled his hand away, letting her do this on her own, but never taking his eyes off of her.
She was gorgeous. She always was but like this… the only other time he’d seen her light up like this was last night, when he’d made her come apart in his arms. That knowledge made his pants terribly uncomfortable as his dick twitched and he steadfastly ignored it like he had all day. This wasn’t about him, it was about her.
Rachel’s smile spread across her entire face and her eyes danced though they never left the road. Their surroundings flew past them in a blur as she hit top speed. She shifted just when she was supposed to, just like he’d taught her, and he’d never seen anything so sexy in his damn life. His woman, driving his car, like a bat out of hell. His sweet, shy, tiny little girlfriend controlling thousands of pounds of metal and gasoline was damn near as good as sex.
They hurtled over the finish line and Rachel let up on the gas. She downshifted and braked and screamed as they skidded to a stop. Minus the scream, it was like she’d done this a million times, like she’d been born for it. As soon as the car stopped moving she threw her hands up and screamed again and he laughed because he’d never seen her so happy.
“Oh my God!” Rachel squealed with delight, “That was amazing! Oh my God! It was amazing!”
“Yeah, baby, it was.” He unsnapped his seatbelt, “You’re amazing.”
“Oh wow… Oh Remy…” She was breathing hard from her excitement and her cheeks had gone pink, “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me. You did it. Not me.”
“I did it because you made me. Thank you. Thank you!” She unsnapped her seatbelt and launched herself at him, “Thank you, Remy. Thank you.”
She kissed him and he groaned as her excitement and taste incinerated the last bits of his willpower. He was hard. He’d been hard for her since he woke up this morning and no amount of cold showers or jacking himself off or ignoring it would make his need for this girl go away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth, her tongue teasing at the seam of his until he opened and he lost it.
Rachel being bold and demanding was his kryptonite. He couldn’t refuse her. Not when she was shy and reserved with everyone else. With everyone but him. Her need, her desire, was so strong that all of her nervousness disappeared and there was nothing left but how much she wanted him.
And how much he wanted her.
When her tongue stroked into his mouth he groaned and grabbed her. He hauled her over the console and she gasped but didn’t complain when her foot got stuck and twisted. The kiss broke as they both laughed at the awkwardness of trying to get close in the small car and Remy felt his heart swell in his chest.
Her eyes were big and bright and so full of things neither of them could say yet that he wanted to shout the words right then and there. He had to bite his tongue to keep them at bay, worried that they would ruin this moment. Too much too soon. Instead, he kissed her again, soft and slow, and tried to tell her how much he loved her with nothing but his touch.
Rachel kissed him back as he helped her to straddle him. The passenger seat of the Challenger was too small, too tight a fit. She couldn’t settle down on top of him the way he wanted, couldn’t grind against him the way she needed, but their hips both bucked, searching for each other, seeking the friction and touch of the other.
With a frustrated moan, Rachel tore her mouth from him, “Remy, please…”
“I know, love. I know.”
She gasped when he cupped her breasts and her head fell back. God he loved the way she reacted when he touched her. She was still wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and it had fallen off one of her shoulders revealing creamy, untouched skin that he wanted to mark. He slid one hand to her back to hold her steady as he reared up and latched his mouth to the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sucked.
“Oh God, Remy…” She shuddered out a breath and arched into his touch.
He sucked hard, knowing he was bruising her, and only released the mark when he was sure it would be visible for days. She might cover it up with clothes before she went back to work but he would know. She would know. And that would be enough… for now.
He wanted inside her. He wanted to claim her. He wanted to make her his in every way. But until she was ready for that, he’d claim her in every other way he could.
She was staying with him, indefinitely. They were living together. She was sleeping in his bed. She was his and he wanted the world to know it.
“Remy, please…” Rachel begged again and he groaned because he knew that he couldn’t give her what she needed. Not like this. Not their first time. But he could make her come. He could give her that.
He slid his hands up beneath the loose fitting shirt and unsnapped her bra, “Off.”
