The kiss takes on a life of its own. His lips move and shift, coaxing my mouth open until his tongue slips inside, tasting me and unleashing a wave of heat. One of my hands slides up from his shoulder to bury in his dark blond hair as the kiss goes deeper.
“Enough of that now. Race is done. Off the track.”
The voice of the guy responsible for waving the flags steals into my consciousness, and I jerk my head back. Or at least, I try. Gabriel holds me close, taking one more taste before he lowers me.
As soon as my feet hit the ground, I know that I’ve either made a terrible mistake, or the best decision of my entire life.
Except, I won’t know which it was until he opens his mouth.
I follow as he leads me off the track, my hand gripped in his. I expect him to stop moving as soon as we’re in the viewing area, but he doesn’t. He tugs me along until we exit the building and are standing outside, next to the passenger door of his truck. His expression is completely unreadable.
“Gabriel—”
He moves in and pins me against the side of the truck, one hand beside my arm and the other beside my head. “I need to do this again.”
Then he swoops in.
His lips take my mouth, molding and shaping it until it’s the perfect match to his, and then he devastates me completely. Slow nips, tilting heads, deep draws, and soul-drugging kisses.
Kelsey told me Gabriel Legend was dangerous, but she didn’t even know the half of it.
When he finally pulls away and those piercing blue eyes lance through me, I know that I’ll never recover from this man.
He’s the one.
Forty-Seven
Legend
Ishouldn’t have kissed her back the first time. I shouldn’t have dragged her outside and pinned her against the side of my truck either. But I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to stop myself. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget the feel of Scarlett’s lips on mine.
I pull away because I know that if I don’t, there’s a good chance I’m going to end up fucking her in the back seat, and she deserves better than that. She deserves better than me.
But,fuck, that one kiss was better than anything I’ve felt in a hell of a long time.
Innocent. Sweet. But with a promise of fire.
It’s that scorching silent vow that scares me the most. She’s just waiting for the right man and the right moment to realize her full potential. When she does, it’s going to be a fucking sight to see.
A sight you won’t get to see, asshole,the voice in my head reminds me.Get your fucking hands off her, take her home, and tell her the deal is off. You’re not the guy for her.
Why not? I want to yell the question at myself, but instead I drop my hands from the side of the truck and take a step back.
“You’re a natural.”
“At racing or kissing you?” she replies with a teasing grin on her face.
I have to look away. She’ll fucking slay me if I don’t. I buy some time to reply by digging my keys out of my pocket.
She steps away so I can open the door for her.
When she doesn’t hop up, I realize she’s waiting for a boost from me like I gave her before, since my lifted Bronco has no running boards and can be tough to enter if you’re under five-eight.Fuck, do I even trust myself to touch her?
No.But I do it anyway.
I should get my hands off her as quickly as possible, but I find myself pausing as I lower her into the seat.
“Both, ladybug. You’re a natural at both.”