intersection from their left, cutting them off. Hope swerved, jumping up on the walk. Pedestrians scrambled as she sped down the sidewalk and into the street, knocking his head against the passenger window. She fled ahead, taking the first right, and barreled down the street.
Dumbfounded, he stared at her – before he let out a rebel yell.
Her grin made him laugh. “You’re such a redneck, Rose.”
The car rushed up into the rearview mirror, lights on high beam. She floored it. The traffic light turned red just as she hit the intersection. She rushed through, pedal to the metal. Glancing back, he saw their tail get T-boned, the car spinning like a fan blade in the middle of the intersection.
Her eyes darted back and forth between the rearview mirror and the road, shadows from passing streetlights playing along her beautiful, focused face. “Should we go back?”
She did not just say that…
“Hell no, we’re not going back.”
Her serious, mint green gaze met his for a moment. “I thought it was your job to help people.”
He gave an adamant shake of his head. “Not people that are trying to kill me.”
Laughter started in Hope’s throat and burst from her mouth. She tossed back her head and laughed. “I can’t believe I said that.”
Jaydan ran a hand over the soft, platinum hair spread out on her shoulders. He understood it, the automatic thinking. Instinct versus the logical mind. With his enhancement, he’d had to train his mind to think logically while his system ran on adrenalin and energy. It went against his body’s natural tendencies.
He had to be stronger than himself.
Turning onto the road to the house, she sped down the street, the motor roaring in the night. Jaydan stared out the windshield, looking for bad guys.
“Pull right into the garage, got it? Don’t slow down anymore than you have to.”
Hitting the curved drive with a bump, she sped up the path. He hit the garage door opener. Pulling into the garage, she stopped with a squeak of the brakes. He pushed the button to lower the door behind them. Silence filled the cab, save for her rapid breathing.
“Are you okay?” He searched her face for signs of fear, shock, panic – anything but the relief and cool confidence that shone in her beautiful eyes.
“I’m fine.”
A slow grin blossomed on his face. “Good.”
Grabbing the back of her neck, he crushed his mouth to hers. Energy pulsed through his nerve-endings like whitewater rapids, tremulous, rough and wild. He didn’t know if it was the excitement of the chase, her sexy grin back at the intersection, or their heavy petting session that had him bordering on madness. Whatever it was, only Hope could slake it.
She moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck. Releasing his seatbelt, it popped back and hit the shatterproof window with a crack. Climbing over the center console, he hit his knee on the storage compartment latch. Growling into her mouth, he grabbed the console in one hand and ripped it from the floor. He flung it into the back cargo area.
Climbing on top of her, he hit the lever beside her seat. It shot back against the rear bench. Popping her seatbelt, she pulled him down on top of her.
Her soft hands found his bare back, sending ripples of hunger coursing through him. His need for her collided with the energy rushing through him to explode into a reckless, untamed passion that consumed him. The agonizing heat filtered to the surface of his skin, ripe, boiling, hardening his body like molten lava.
Her palm cupped him through his shorts, her ministrations raising him to a plane of need he’d never reached before. A plane new and ripe with possibility, a plane that would be conquered.
Taking her hands, he folded them back over the headrest. Her dark, heavy-lidded eyes watched him, her chest heaving, her face flush with passion.
“Please…” she said in a breathless whisper.
His hands trembled as he reached for her top, ripping it in half.
Dumbfounded, he stared at her – before he let out a rebel yell.
Her grin made him laugh. “You’re such a redneck, Rose.”
The car rushed up into the rearview mirror, lights on high beam. She floored it. The traffic light turned red just as she hit the intersection. She rushed through, pedal to the metal. Glancing back, he saw their tail get T-boned, the car spinning like a fan blade in the middle of the intersection.
Her eyes darted back and forth between the rearview mirror and the road, shadows from passing streetlights playing along her beautiful, focused face. “Should we go back?”
She did not just say that…
“Hell no, we’re not going back.”
Her serious, mint green gaze met his for a moment. “I thought it was your job to help people.”
He gave an adamant shake of his head. “Not people that are trying to kill me.”
Laughter started in Hope’s throat and burst from her mouth. She tossed back her head and laughed. “I can’t believe I said that.”
Jaydan ran a hand over the soft, platinum hair spread out on her shoulders. He understood it, the automatic thinking. Instinct versus the logical mind. With his enhancement, he’d had to train his mind to think logically while his system ran on adrenalin and energy. It went against his body’s natural tendencies.
He had to be stronger than himself.
Turning onto the road to the house, she sped down the street, the motor roaring in the night. Jaydan stared out the windshield, looking for bad guys.
“Pull right into the garage, got it? Don’t slow down anymore than you have to.”
Hitting the curved drive with a bump, she sped up the path. He hit the garage door opener. Pulling into the garage, she stopped with a squeak of the brakes. He pushed the button to lower the door behind them. Silence filled the cab, save for her rapid breathing.
“Are you okay?” He searched her face for signs of fear, shock, panic – anything but the relief and cool confidence that shone in her beautiful eyes.
“I’m fine.”
A slow grin blossomed on his face. “Good.”
Grabbing the back of her neck, he crushed his mouth to hers. Energy pulsed through his nerve-endings like whitewater rapids, tremulous, rough and wild. He didn’t know if it was the excitement of the chase, her sexy grin back at the intersection, or their heavy petting session that had him bordering on madness. Whatever it was, only Hope could slake it.
She moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck. Releasing his seatbelt, it popped back and hit the shatterproof window with a crack. Climbing over the center console, he hit his knee on the storage compartment latch. Growling into her mouth, he grabbed the console in one hand and ripped it from the floor. He flung it into the back cargo area.
Climbing on top of her, he hit the lever beside her seat. It shot back against the rear bench. Popping her seatbelt, she pulled him down on top of her.
Her soft hands found his bare back, sending ripples of hunger coursing through him. His need for her collided with the energy rushing through him to explode into a reckless, untamed passion that consumed him. The agonizing heat filtered to the surface of his skin, ripe, boiling, hardening his body like molten lava.
Her palm cupped him through his shorts, her ministrations raising him to a plane of need he’d never reached before. A plane new and ripe with possibility, a plane that would be conquered.
Taking her hands, he folded them back over the headrest. Her dark, heavy-lidded eyes watched him, her chest heaving, her face flush with passion.
“Please…” she said in a breathless whisper.
His hands trembled as he reached for her top, ripping it in half.
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