Sarah McCarty by Slade Read Free Book Online Page B

down at her arm as she brushed the cream over his forehead, not built sturdily, even for a human.
    “That’s enough. Now get back in that seat and put your seat belt on.”
    “In a minute.”
    More cream glopped into her palm. He could feel the stuff sticking to his hair.
    “Now, before you get hurt.”
    “At this speed, the statistics of me surviving a crash, seat belt or not, are between zilch and none.”
    That was not a fact he wanted to hear. For the first time in his vampire life, he hesitated, his foot hovering between the gas and the brakes.
    The glasses bounced on his nose as she worked the cream under the lenses. The next rut cost her her balance. Gasping, she clutched at his shoulder.
    Her nails cut into his skin through his shirt. Her scent wrapped around him, slipping beneath the stench of coconut—apples scented with spring and a hint of fear.
    “Get that damn seat belt on now.”
    “When I’m done.” She rubbed the cream down his neck and onto his chest, her fine-boned fingers skating over his skin with an efficiency that had nothing to do with passion, but caught his interest anyway. Another distraction. The next bump sent her fingers over his chin. The tips rested against his mouth for a heartbeat, and in that heartbeat, he nipped them, letting his reaction to her touch roll over her, smiling grimly when she sat back in her seat on a gasp and those big eyes watched him in shock.
    “That was uncalled for.”
    She really did have a bossy side.
    “Then do as you’re told.” The ditch was coming up fast. He switched his foot from the brake to the gas. “Put your seat belt on.”
    She grabbed the belt. “Why? Are we going to crash?”
    “Why don’t you work out the statistical probability of that in your head while I figure how to get us over that ditch.”
    She hauled the belt over her shoulder and fumbled with the snap. “You’re not very soothing to be around.”
    “Thank you.”
    “That wasn’t a compliment.”
    It was now or never. He punched the gas.
    She looked up. “Oh my God!”
    The last syllable ended on a high-pitched scream as Slade threw a wall of energy in front of the tires, creating an invisible ramp to catapult the SUV up to the necessary elevation to clear the ditch. His strength wavered. He gritted his teeth, reaching deep. He wouldn’t fail. Not her. Not in this.
    His strength snapped. The car landed hard, bottoming out. Metal ground against metal. The SUV swerved, rocked up on two wheels, teetering as it raced on.
    A hand squeezed his. Energy, soft and feminine, touched his. Blended. He grabbed it. And in the next second did what he thought he couldn’t. He levitated the huge vehicle into a straight line. The wheels gently reconnected with the road.
    When he looked over, Jane was staring at him, the shock and fear in her big green eyes mixing with fascination as he released his hold on her energy. She’d saved their lives. “Thank you.”
    She didn’t answer, just kept staring at him.
    Shit .
    There wasn’t anything he could do about it now. Between the agony of the sun, the demand of day sleep, and the drain of getting Jane out of that lab, he was about done in.
    It must have been damn obvious, too, because, with a shake of her head and absolute expectation of being obeyed, Jane snapped, “Pull over.”
    “Not yet.”
    He could hold on for a little longer. Long enough to get her to safety.
    “Prioritizing our risks right now, you passing out at the wheel tops the list. That being the case ...” Her hand closed over his on the wheel. “Pull over.”
    She was right. He pulled over. Slade unsnapped his seat belt and tilted up the wheel. Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her onto his lap as he slid over. The laptop caught on the wheel. She landed half on his lap, with her soft butt cradling his cock.
    “Wait a minute.”
    He did while she set down the laptop, letting her scent sink deep, letting that sense of recognition reverberate hard on that sense