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I turned her and pressed my front to her back. My fingers found their way into the hollow that led to the sweet spot between her legs. There, I anchored her to me and kissed along the curve of her neck, working my way to her ear when she angled to give me unhindered access.

“You could wear a burlap sack for all I care, you’d still be the first to claim my heart.”

The breath audibly expended from Greer’s lungs and she trembled in my arms. The temperature between our bodies climbed as the reality of my words trickled into the deepest recesses of our minds and hearts.

Greer craned her head back and looked up at me from under her thick lashes. “What did you say?”

I shook my head, my eyes flicking between hers. “Don’t make me say it again, baby girl.”

They were words I couldn’t utter twice—not in quick succession. I needed time to process despite them coming from my own goddamn mouth. While taking us both off-guard, they were as authentic as the God-honest truth came. It made me a pussy to want to hear something similar in return, but I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that was how the world worked. Hell, for all I knew, I was the only one beginning to wonder what our equation would look like long term. Like, permanently.

Greer turned in my arms and rose to meet my mouth. She kissed me with a sweetness I’d never experienced from anyone else’s lips, and fuck, it made my world blur. Just like speeding through the streets in the small hours of the morning, Greer’s kiss made me feel out of control and dancing the fine-line between this life and the next.

I chopped down a gear and took back control. Grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. Clasped the back of her head and tilted it so I could erase the sweetness that made me weak. That made me feel. That made me want to breathe the same air as her and taste each lust-filled murmur as it whispered from her lips.

“You’re making me trip too, Rafael. I just hope you know how to catch.”

Well, fuck me.

Smoothing my hands over her hips, all I wanted to do was get lost on the road map of Greer’s body; she had become my favorite interstate to cruise.

“C’mon, baby girl, we’ve got a date to take you on.”

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“And here she is!” I proudly announced, ignoring Greer’s snort at the termshe.

We stood in the open doorway of my rear garage and bathed in Sport Stock car glory. Well,Idid. Greer, however…

“It’s nice. What is it again?”

I scoffed. “A ‘68 Hurst Hemi Dodge Dart L023. Rumored to be one of the fastest muscle cars of all time, they were pulled off the assembly line and sent to Dodge to be converted into factory-built, lightweight drag cars. The insides were stripped, windows taken out, fenders remade with fibreglass, and the doors were acid dipped.”

“Acid dipped?”

“It thins and lightens the steel door panels, mamacita. The less weight it carried combined with an engine packing that much horsepower meant for a much faster car. They became popular in the Super Stock drag racing scene during the late sixties and seventies. Only fifty were slated for production, but some say there were up to eighty-two made. Either way, they’re hella hard to come by now.”

“And you just happen to own one,” Greer deadpanned.

“Yeah, I do.”

Shit like this inflated my ego, and I wasn’t going to hide the fact that owning one of these iconic cars put me in a league of my own—well, over and above street-racing King.

“The purchase actually happened by accident a few years back; my client put it up for sale two years after I’d found it for him. He offered it to me first, and knowing how long it took to find, I jumped at the chance to purchase it. Not long after that, he filed for bankruptcy.”

“That sucks so bad.”

“For him it does.”

“Do you drive it much?” Greer asked, slowly tracking along the passenger side where the red paintwork gleamed like a freshly candied apple.

“Not as much as I’d like. The horsepower it packs will end up getting me into trouble, so I keep her for special occasions.”

A cute grin broke out over Greer’s face. “Like dates with me?”

I smirked and walked a few steps backward. “Yeah, baby, like dates with you. Let me grab the keys.”

I was all tight-chested and short of breath as I unlocked the lock-box in the internal garage where I kept all my car keys. It was welded to a steel panel set into the foundation to make it impossible to steal—a little feature I added as soon as I bought the place.

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