Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)

by Brooke Blaine

Panther grazed his thumb over the top of my knuckles, and holy shit, he might as well have stroked his palm between my legs.

“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.”

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