Page 46 of Need for Speed (The Elite 2)

Panther looked down at the fingers I had wrapped around his wrist, then those beautiful blue eyes came back up to lock with mine. “Wherever you want to take me.”

The words were so simple, so honest, and the vulnerability I’d seen in his eyes earlier had been replaced with a certainty that made my breath catch in the back of my throat. Things were shifting between us; it was as clear as the desire etched into the lines of Panther’s handsome face. And as the mood shifted from the usual fun banter we shared to something much heavier, I took in a deep breath and let the wave wash over me.

I trailed my fingers back down to his, then interlaced them and tugged him forward. Panther came without hesitation.

“There are no rules here tonight,” I said as I placed my other hand on his chest, where I could feel the steady thumping of his heart. “No judgment, no expectations. There’s just you and me, and I want you to be whatever version of you that you want to be.”

Panther took a shaky breath, and then he reached out to cradle my face and ghost his lips over the top of mine.

“I want to be yours,” he whispered, and the possessiveness that flooded my body made my dick throb and my stomach flip.

“You sure about that?”

Panther nodded as I drew circles over his warm skin. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Jesus. The intensity rolling off him was insane, and while I was seemingly in control, every word out of Panther’s mouth guided my next move.

“Don’t move,” I whispered, and nipped at his lower lip, then I kissed my way down to his chin and neck, until I reached his collarbone. Letting go of his arm, I trailed my fingers over the ridges and muscles of his abs, as I made my way down his body to kneel at his feet.

I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and aimed my eyes up at him, and the fierce look of acceptance on his face made me glad I was already on my knees.

“Step out,” I said, the commanding tone making Panther’s eyes flare as he did as he was told—and my cock loved that.

I raised my eyes up the toned calves and muscled thighs, to the thick, long shaft, proudly proclaiming its excitement over what I was doing. Then, before I could help myself, I moved up to my knees and dragged my tongue along the underside of that delicious dick.

“Fuck,” Panther said, and reached for my head, and I looked up his naked body and licked my lips.

“Get on the bed, Grant.”

Panther’s chest rose and fell as he stared down at me, and just when I thought he might tell me to finish what I’d started, he released his hold, took a step back, and climbed onto his bed.

As he stretched out on his back, I got to my feet, and the sight that greeted me was everything I’d ever wanted from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him.

Long legs, lightly dusted with dark hair, were spread wide and waiting for me to get in between them. His engorged length lay thick and throbbing against the V of his groin, the glistening evidence of his excitement making me greedy for another taste. And that hard body he spent hours honing at the gym beckoned me forward. I pulled my shirt and shorts free, because the eyes watching me contained the number one thing I’d been waiting for. Panther was looking at me like I was everything he’d ever wanted, and as I climbed up onto the bed and he spread his legs even wider for me, I planned to make sure I lived up to that promise, here tonight, in this very bed.

33 Panther

SOLO WAS THE most stunning man I’d ever seen in my life. And as he moved up the mattress, I reached down and circled my cock.

Damn. My heart was beating so hard that I was shocked the sound wasn’t echoing off the walls. But the commanding way Solo had gone about getting us where we were had made every nerve ending in my body come to life.

“Your body…” Solo’s breath washed over my inner thigh as he leaned down and licked a path up it. “Your body is a work of fucking art.”

He shifted up the bed and swiped that talented tongue over my balls and the root of my cock, making my hips buck up toward his mouth.

“Hmm,” he said, and did it again.

“Ah, Mateo.”

Solo looked up from between my legs and tongued his top lip. When he slipped a hand under the back of my thigh and raised it over one of his shoulders, I slammed my eyes shut, knowing exactly what was next.

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