Lib Novel Page 39
I place my hands on his heart.
“Tell me, please.”
“You want all my truths?”
I nod, needing to know all about him.
“So my truths for your omissions? It sounds like a terrible bargain.”
“For my kisses,” I say, surprising us both because we remain silent for a few seconds. But then he pulls me into his lap, slamming his mouth on mine. His fingers dig into my ass, branding me with his fiery need. I love that he can’t keep his hands off me, can’t get enough of me.
His kiss deepens, showing his desperation for me and igniting mine. I lock my arms around his neck, gripping at the ends of his hair. Nothing else exists as we lose ourselves in each other’s mouths. I never want to miss the divine feeling of his lips pressed against mine, his tongue tangled with mine. Together, our lips create magic, a sensual dance taking me to the land of bliss.
Why can’t time freeze so I can savor it a moment longer?
When the kiss ends, a sigh parts my lips.
“Your kisses alone,” I murmur.
“Drive me mad,” he finishes.
On the hood of his car with me draped on his lap, he says, “After I found out why my father died, I did one stupid thing after the other, from street racing to getting drunk and driving home. Something changed once I lost control.” He stiffens, and I caress along his arm. He relaxes and continues. “My hands shake… If I got into my race car now, I don’t know if I’d burn it down or, by some miracle, want to drive it.”
“Why do you always go to alcohol and fire? Dane, you have to work through your problems.”
“If I’m burning, then I want my world to burn as well.”
I play with the ends of his thick, silky brown hair, needing to soothe him.
“Would you race now? It’s just you and me.”
“And a cliff.”
“Please, I want to watch you race.”
He squeezes my ass gently, and then he stands up with me in his arms.
This is my place, bathing me in a homey feeling.
When he lowers me to the ground, I yelp, and he steals a kiss. I doubt he needs to do that when I am so willing.
I slap his chest playfully, not stopping kissing him either. I am beyond questioning this insanity, so I accept it.
He places me in the seat and buckles me in, checking it twice.
“Do you trust me?”
“I do,” I say, believing it wholeheartedly.
“Even after I told you all of that?”
“Especially now. Fear is not always bad. Most of the time it keeps us alive.”
Adrenaline and excitement stir to life inside of me as he gets in the driver’s seat.
We’re on a narrow path that can’t even be called a street.
He speeds off, the sheer power sucking me into the seat. With expert dexterity, his hand, foot, and eye coordination impress me as he changes speeds so fast I don’t even have time to blink.