Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

If I thought he was sexy before, it’s nothing compared to seeing him this focused, controlling the stick and all the horsepower with such ease.

I laugh, shout, and go through a hundred different sensations, feeling alive.

Dust rises behind us as he hits the gas pedal, driving as fast as the car goes. His hands never tremble and when the speedometer goes back down, I crash back into the seat, spent after the adrenaline wears off.

“That was amazing.” And hot, powerful, and addictive. “Would you teach me?”

“Next time. I’m still high on the rush.”

His smug smile does funny things to me, especially between my thighs. There is a throb there that feels unbearable.

He unlocks our seatbelts, drawing me in with his kisses. I climb over the center console and right into his lap. I couldn’t pick between my two favorite spots: his chest and his lap.

With my palms on his chest, his strong heart beats under my fingertips—the melody matching mine.

“Thank you.”

A bad boy with manners. Those are the most dangerous types of boys there are.

He glides his hand down my back, feather-light touches turning desperate. I feel him hard under me, and my thighs clench in response. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. Just one more kiss, one more touch, I tell myself. Nothing will happen. I am in control and can stop this at any moment.

He curls his hand in my hair, fisting it, and I become pliant, forgetting everything else. Yanking my head back, he nibbles along my neck. Why does it feel like if he stops, I will die? My entire body vibrates at how good it feels, responding to his touch and kisses. I’m his for the taking.

“Dane…” I can’t even string a thought together, so I don’t even know what I want to say. But my hands know, because they glide over his toned torso, feeling every hard ridge of his six-pack.

“You’re going to wreck me,” he rasps, ravishing my mouth, continuing the slow, torturous, and addictive exploration of my mouth and body. He’s a drug that hypnotizes my brain while giving my body the ultimate high. He’s proficient in obliterating my common sense because I can’t stop indulging.

“Tell me to stop, princess. If you don’t, I’m going to tear every piece of clothing off your body until you’re naked and mine for the taking.”

Our breathing turns labored, fogging the car windows. Eyes locked, I can see the struggle in those brown orbs and the promise to do just that.

My body undulates against him, grinding and so damn wanton. He’s the one who awoke this side of me, lighting and stoking it so that I burn in the flames of desire. I should just give in and experience all the forbidden yet divine pleasure. But a small voice in my head ruins the sensory bliss, whispering words of wisdom I truly want to ignore, but can’t.

There’s a war wreaking havoc inside of me, tearing me apart between what I should do: stop, and want to do: continue. And it’s all because of him. I’m tiptoeing on the edge of madness, and the call of the abyss is so strong that I want to open my arms and embrace it fully.

“What are you doing to me, Dane?”

“You’re not ready yet.”

After a kissing and dry humping session that leaves me even more hot and bothered than before, he’s the one who pumps the brakes. Something dislodges in my chest, and my heart flops out and straight into his palm, knowing it’s safe with him. How quickly he turned from a stranger into the one person who I trust with the most vulnerable part of me.

“Thank you,” I say in a meek voice, subdued by emotions.

He pulls me to him, kissing the top of my head, making me feel cherished. Knowing I’m safe with him, I cuddle myself to him while he plays with our intertwined fingers.

“Do you miss home?”

His other hand caresses down my back. “At this moment, no.”

His words, his touches, his presence… it’s all so overwhelming in the best way possible.

“You’re still not getting in my pants.” I don’t even sound convincing, but he doesn’t call me out.

“I’m in no hurry, princess. I want your heart first. And after I have that, I’m going to make everything else mine as well.”

I stand no chance with this guy. None. Zero. And I don’t even want that. When we’re together, it feels like he’s my person, the one I’m meant to be with, which sounds surreal, considering we have known each other for such a short time.

“Is that so?”