Thrust: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 2) by Sloan Storm Read Free Book Online

Dani? Scream! Slap him! Do something!
    “Marco!” I exclaimed, another wave of panic breaking across me.
    He released his fingers from my thighs, placing his palms on the counter top, just outside of my hips. Marco looked at me, his brown eyes darkened with intent. He didn’t respond.
    My entire body tingled. Shaky breath sputtered from my mouth.
    Having him between my legs thrilled me, but for some reason I couldn’t quite explain, also frightened me. Marco stood there in silence, his chest rising and falling with rhythmic ease. Apparently uninterested in easing my discomfort, he waited for me to say something. I struggled to find the words but at least he'd stopped.
    For now.
    Staring into his eyes, I swallowed hard. The taste of him lingered inside of my mouth, tempting me. All around, Marco’s scent clung to my consciousness, daring me to surrender, give in and let him do what he would. I don’t know how long we sat there. With a final inhale, I gathered myself.
    “Marco,” I began, speaking in a voice hardly above a whisper. “I’m flattered, but I don’t think I should do this. No, I-I, I know I shouldn’t.”
    While I spoke, Marco looked at me. At the same time, he placed his hand on top of my thigh and began to slide it underneath my dress. He squeezed my leg, communicating more with the firm grip of his fingers than I could say with a thousand words.
    “Marco…” I muttered. “I…”
    “I’m going to fuck you, Dani. Right here, right now. Tell me ‘no’ if you want to leave. But I’m warning you, it’s your only chance.”

    DANI
    While I sat there reasoning with myself, heat pooled in the middle of my thighs, soaking straight through the flimsy fabric of my underwear.
    Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh. Fuck.
    I bit my lip, flinching and trying to close my legs together. Squirming and desperate, I fought every urge I had to let him do whatever he pleased. I didn’t even know why any longer.
    Stone-faced, Marco shook his head back and forth and curled his fingers hard, digging deep into my flesh, holding my thighs open. It hurt, but in spite of that, a whisper of pleasure escaped from my lips.
    I looked away from his face and turned my focus to his hands, now dangerously close to a point of no return. While I stared down, Marco climbed my thighs with his fingertips like a maestro’s might slide across the keys of a piano. Well-worn, and calloused from handling two hundred mile an hour G-forces, Marco's masculine hands squeezed and kneaded my flesh, growing more aggressive with each passing second. Within moments, they’d both disappeared, vanishing beneath the fabric of my dress.
    I gasped, snapping my gaze back towards him again. Now with only inches between them and my undoing, my thighs betrayed me. They trembled, goosebumps breaking across them in uncontrollable waves. I was falling, losing the last remnants of my resolve. The entire time I suffered, Marco’s gaze never left me. His eyes narrowed, flickering with certainty while my willpower crumbled.
    I glanced back towards his hands, those two marauding lumps beneath my dress. For every millimeter he edged further, my breath came in shallow rasps, bordering on gulps. My entire body flexed, pulsing with tortured curiosity and an overwhelming need.
    And then – he stopped. Less than an inch from my…
    I drew my eyes towards his again. After a slow blink, I opened them to see Marco directly in front of my face. I swallowed, parting my lips in apprehension. In the next instant, Marco rotated his hands, sliding his fingers over the outsides of my thighs, bringing them to a stop behind me. He grabbed my hips like he would the steering wheel, controlling me. Using the same focused determination he did on the race track, he began to pull me in his direction with a slow, unrelenting motion.
    On instinct, I placed my palms flat on the counter, attempting to somehow, someway keep myself from… Marco wouldn’t have any of it. At the first hint of my