Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)

by Brooke Blaine

“I see a man I wasn’t looking for. A man I didn’t even know was there, until right now. And Solo?” “Yeah?” “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than sitting with him in this car right now, holding his hand.”

“What the hell happened to you up there in that plane?” I nipped at his lower lip, and when Solo moaned and opened for me, I whispered, “I realized what’s important.”

Solo took in a shuddering breath, and again I found it interesting that he seemed almost shy, as he nodded and reached up to squeeze my hand, drawing it down between us. “Like you said, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than sitting in this car, sharing this meal, with a man I never knew I was looking for until today.”

“The only thing I would regret tomorrow morning was if I woke up and you weren’t there.”

It was more than I’d ever experienced with another human being, and if I never felt this way again, I could die knowing I’d touched the sky right there in his arms, without getting in a plane to do so.