Speed, Passion and Intensity

Chapter 6 - Introductions before the race

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Ryosuke watched, more curious than ever when the GTR stopped a mere foot from where he stood. He'd seen the driver's talent firsthand 4 years ago. He knew he was never in any kind of danger.

The windshield and windows tinted so dark, he could only make out an outline of the person inside.

The driver door open and his senses were overcome by the delicate scent of vanilla.

A fit petite woman in a short jean skirt, white cross trainers and a light violet polo shirt stepped out of the car, toned legs and arms on display for his hungry gaze.
Her hair was in a French braid, hanging over her left shoulder, a few loose wisps of hair blew in the wind.
The almost white hair, complimented a soft slender feminine face with high cheek bones, delicate dark brown eyebrows, light pink lips and pale flawless skin almost like porcelain. The flawless skin continued down her delicate neck to the collar of her shirt, where the slight shadow of her collar bone and more soft looking skin teased him.

Her stormy grey eyes showed great interest and seemed to size him up with great curiosity. Ryosuke saw a small glimmer of unease in her eyes that disappeared quickly. Replaced by a boldness and heat that reflected his own. He felt like he'd been issued a challenge.

Ryosuke was intoxicated by the woman.

He hadn't felt like this since Kaori. He hadn't dated anyone since Kaori. No one captured his attention or made him feel like he'd been knocked off his feet, like he did now.

"I finally get to meet the White Comet of Akagi." Her smile nearly blew him away.

By the soft dusky pink color on her cheeks, he could tell she felt his eyes on her. And she liked it.
Male pride swelled within him and it took everything not to throw her over his shoulder, go back to his FC and ravish every inch of her body.

He kept his calm exterior and smiled back, replying.
"And I finally get to meet the Fireball of Gunma."

"Makita Fujiwara. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Her petite hand reached out to shake his, her grip strong.

Ryosuke smiled, turned her hand over and brought it to his lips. Kissing the back of her hand, he let his lips linger on her soft, vanilla scented skin, smiling at the slight shiver he felt. That slight response of her body to his nearness made his stomach tighten in anticipation.

"Ryosuke Takahashi. And the pleasure is all mine."

Keisuke watched from the sidelines and grinned.
'Smooth brother. Very smooth.'

Hands stuffed in his pants pockets, Keisuke walked over to Ryosuke and Makita.

"Nice to see you could make it." Keisuke spoke up, breaking the spell between his brother and Makita.
"How do you feel, being out in the open?" Keisuke gestured with his head to the crowd of people watching her closely.

"I'm not going to lie, it's unnerving, but I expected this. I remember how fast rumors spread in the street racing world of Gunma." she finished with her hands on her hips. The skin of the hand where Ryosuke's lips had been, tingled in a delicious way she had never felt before.

"You get use to it." Keisuke shrugged. As if on cue, some girls started shouting his and Ryosuke's names, squealing in excitement at the mere sight of them.

Makita burst out laughing. "I almost forgot about that part."

Ryosuke's eyes darkened at the beautiful sound of her laugh and how her face lit up. He wanted to hear it again and be the reason for the beautiful sound.