Racing for Freedom - By Bec Botefuhr Page 0,58
through pain and heartache just as much as I have and you’ve fought. You deserve this. You deserve it and you’ll do it because if you don’t, I’ll kick your ass.”
I shove his chest and he chuckles.
“I hate you, Slade Devaroe.”
“No baby, you don’t.”
His lips graze over mine and I whimper. His aqua eyes search my face, before he presses another smoldering kiss to my lips.
“Slade,” I whisper. “We can’t.”
“Why?” he murmurs, running his hand down my side.
“You’re hurt.”
“I’m fine, we’ll go easy.”
“Slade!”
“Shhh baby, don’t say no. We need this.”
I whimper when his warm lips slide down my neck, slowly. I grip his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist. I don’t push too hard, knowing it’s probably going to be a little awkward for him. His fingers slide up underneath my shirt and he kisses me softly as he finds my aching nipples. He gently rolls and pulls them until I’m crying out and arching up for him. When his fingers slide down under my shorts, my whole body sparks to life. I groan and kiss him so deeply he’s panting by the time we pull apart.
“I need you now,” he rasps. “I don’t want to wait.”
He lifts my hips and slides my shorts down, then he jerks his jeans down, not taking them fully off. Then he’s inside me, and oh god, it’s perfect. I groan and arch, the mixture of pleasure and pain such a delicious combination. I grip his shoulders, meeting each of his thrusts with my hips. His ragged breathing spurs me on, and I slide my hands up underneath his shirt and drag my fingernails down his back. He groans deep and low in his throat as his pace becomes harder, faster.
“Slade, oh god!”
“Dash, you feel so….good,” he grates out.
His arm muscles bulge as he holds himself off me and thrusts with determination. Our bodies heat as he moves harder and faster. When I explode around him, I hear his own ragged cry as he finds his release. His body drops onto mine and we lay panting, content and hot. His lips slide across my neck and my fingers slide up and down his back. When he finds my lips, I let him kiss me, let our tongues explore, let his teeth nip at my swollen bottom lip. Before I know it, he’s pulling me up so I’m straddling his lap and he’s sitting, leaning against the couch.
He’s ready once more, and my body comes alive at the thought of how much he needs me right now. I rock my hips and he groans, cupping my breasts and finding my mouth once more. I move again, loving the sensation of him filling me completely. I move gently, slowly, our bodies in the perfect rhythm. His groans spur me on and I pick up the pace, gently tilting and working my hips until I’m crying out once more. Pleasure shoots through me as I find my release. My head falls back and Slade’s lips find my throat as he rasps my name into my neck, finding his release once more also.
With a content sigh, I slump against him and inhale the smell of sex, Slade and me combined. He wraps his arms around me tightly, holding me flush against his body until our breathing has gone back to normal. When I slide off him, he’s smiling at me, and god he’s gorgeous. I reach out and stroke his cheek, and he grips my hand and kisses the back of it before pressing it to his heart and looking me right in the eye.
“I love you Dash, I want you to do this for me.”
I frown and close my eyes. “Slade…”
“Please, at least try…”
“I’m afraid,” I whisper.
He grips my chin, tilting my face up so I am looking at him.
“I know you are, but you have to do this Dash. If you don’t…”
“I know,” I say in a tired voice. “I’ll never get in a race car again.”
“Take me to the track Dash, now. We both have some fears to conquer.”
With a sigh, I do exactly that.
Chapter Thirty Four
“Come on baby.”
I hear Slade’s words behind me as I start my car. A sick feeling swells in my stomach and my hands become sweaty. I can’t do this. I can’t. Slade reaches into the car and he takes my hand, pressing it to his lips.
“You can do this, just go nice and slow.”
I clench my eyes shut. I can do this. I can. I open my