Page 80 of Rescue Me (Forget the Past 1)

“It’s not a Corvette, but the Impala is still a dream to drive. I think it’s time you took a turn behind the wheel.”

His eyes go wide the same moment his mouth drops open. For a moment we just stay there, him magnetically adhered to his seat, me standing with the one hand on my hip, the other on the open door.

“I shouldn’t, Paige.” His mouth says no, but his flexing hands say they want to grip that steering wheel.

“Why not? Something in your parole say you can’t drive? We’re not leaving the state. Just cruising down this practically deserted road.” I gesture to the two lanes that appear to be empty for miles, or at least as far as we can see into the distance.

“Not my parole. Just…I don’t deserve to drive a car like this.” He glares out the front window, his mouth going hard after his confession. His self-proclaimed punishment.

I want him happy. Joyous. Laughing from his stomach and reveling in the glory that is Penelope.

So, I push.

“Dash,” I murmur, sliding into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. His expression softens as he meets my gaze. I lean forward to press my lips against the strong line of his jaw, loving the scrape of stubble against skin as I trace the lines of his face. “I’msotired of driving.” I put an element of whine to my voice, like I’m a petulant child on the verge of a temper tantrum.

My wheedling is rewarded with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, so I lay it on thicker.

“Iwantyou to drive. Sometimes, at night, when I’m alone in my bed I…” I trail off.

Dash shifts, the muscles of his legs tensing beneath my butt. “You…?” He prompts, and I hide my triumphant grin by pressing my mouth against the strong pulse on his neck.

“I imagine us,” I whisper against his skin, “speeding down a road like this one. The windows rolled down. My hair blowing everywhere. And you, in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, one hand on the gear shift, showing me just how fast we can go.”

A moan tears out of his throat, and his rough fingers clasp my face to tilt me up for a searing kiss. Our mouths meld, tongues clashing. Heat rises between us, and a rushing noise fills my ears, louder than any revving engine.

He’s consuming me, and I’m letting him. Gladly. Passion has been gone from my life for years, long before Martin betrayed me. But I’ve found it here, again. But with a man, not a boy. Someone who has experienced life and is stronger for it. Someone who needs a little help remembering that there’s more to life than just surviving it.

I shove my hands against his chest, breaking us apart, panting and cursing myself even as I do.

“Drive my car. Please.” You wouldn’t think I’d have to beg him to do something that he wants, but I’m beginning to discover that Dash doesn’t give in to his impulses without a little help. I’m happy to act as the devil on his shoulder.

“Okay.” His voice comes out hoarse, sending delicious shivers prickling over my skin.

Before he can change his mind, I reach down to unclip his seatbelt, then I slide off his lap. Dash lets out a growl/groan combo as his hand cups my ass. To help me balance, I’m sure.

Having given in, he doesn’t hesitate any longer. He’s around the hood and sliding into the driver’s seat before I’m even buckled in. After adjusting the position of the seat to suit his longer legs, Dash grins over at me.

“You ready for this?”

“Show me how fast we can go.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dash

I knew it was a bad idea, but I did it anyway.

My mind is so fucked up, I don’t even know what the final straw was. Was it the idea of sitting behind the wheel of a gorgeous machine that runs like it’s brand new, or was it the beautiful woman describing her fantasy to me?

Whatever the reason, I’m giving in and shifting into first to pull us back onto smooth pavement. The Impala rumbles and purrs like a lioness ready to sprint. Out on the hunt.

With the empty road stretching before me, the sun setting on the horizon, I forget all my misgivings and let my body work from muscle memory.

It’s been years since I let myself go, enjoyed a set of tires eating up pavement, gloried in the scenery whipping by so fast it blurs into a muddle of browns and greens. The engine roars in a happy celebration that encourages me to join in.

I am connected to the car in this moment. We’re one powerful machine, unstoppable. Despite the sheer weight of the vehicle, I’m light as air as we hurtle down the road, seconds away from losing touch with the earth.

There’s just one part of me that maintains a firm grip on the world. As the rest of my body takes on a weightless quality, my cock grows hard and heavy, anchoring me to the present and the woman at my side.

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