She lifted a brow. “Didn't take you for one either.”
“I don't sleep much.”
“Shame. You'd sleep like a baby if you weren't so wound up all the time.”
Oh, she fucking knew. Knew exactly what she was doing, exactly what she was implying.
I bit down a growl and forced a laugh instead. “And you? Sleeping like a dream?”
“Like a dream,” she murmured, voice syrup-slow and wicked.
The path curved into the shade, trees closing in around us. She was graceful, steady—even sweat-slicked and panting, the way she should be beneath me.
Oh my God.Stop.
My eyes dropped. Her leggings clung to every inch of her ass. Her waist dipped right where I wanted to put my hands. My cock strained against the waistband of my compression shorts, and thank fuck I wore another layer on top of those, or this would be real embarrassing.
She ran like she was built for it. Just like she was built for the car. Built to toe the line of danger, built to push limits.
Maybe my fucking limits if I couldn't knock it off.
This was fucking torture.
“Care for a little wager?” I asked, voice raspier than I intended.
She glanced over. “What kind of wager?”
“Race me.”
She let out a soft laugh. “You want to race me?”
“I want to beat you.”
That lit a fire in her eyes.
She stepped slightly ahead, just enough to be cocky about it. “First to the bend up ahead?”
“You're on.”
And then she took off like a shot.
Fuck, she was fast. But I was faster.
At the last second, I surged forward, catching up and veering slightly to block her path. She stumbled—momentum slamming her into me—and before I could stop myself, I caught her by the waist, spinning her off the trail and into the trees.
We collided. Hard.
Her back hit a tree trunk. My hands were tight on her hips, and her fists clutched at my shirt as if she wanted to rip it off. Our chests heaved against each other, sweating, hot, breaths tangled.
My brain was screaming at me to back the fuck up. But my body didn't give a single shit.
Neither did she.
She dragged me closer like her hands didn’t know how to let go, her breath coming fast and shallow, her chest slammed into mine like she was already halfway undone. There was no hesitation, no question. She wanted this just as much as I did.
Her skin was slick under my hands, my hips locking her to the tree like I needed to stake a claim. And the second her eyes flicked to my mouth—wild, wanting, fuckingdaringme—I lost it.
We crashed together, and I devoured the desperate sounds she made. My tongue slid against hers, tasting the forbidden fruit that was her. So messy, so filthy, so consuming. She kissed me back as though she meant to ruin me. And fuck, maybe she already had.
