Race To Your Heart

The wind ripped through your hair as his car roared. "Omg, Silas, slow down," I said with a panicked voice. He was going so fast, I admit he was a great driver, but it was really scary. I only studied cars with my dad, and I never got a chance to race in them.

I could feel a crisp hand glide up my thigh. I adored it when he held me. It made me feel so sensitive and calm.

"Cálmate, mi amor, you're safe with me," He muttered softly. I kept my hand on him. It made me feel safe. Silas' reassuring words were like warm songs flowing through my brain.

The engine rave had an earsplitting screech, sending the car flying through the street as he caught up to his opponent. "Baby, do you want to do something wild?" he whispered in my ear. My body shivered as he slid his hand deeper between my thighs.

Quietly, I hesitate a little before answering, squirming at this touch.
I know this man had something up his sleeve. He always kept me on my toes.

My voice was coy and shaky, "What is it, Silas?" I peered. He leaned closer to ear, "Flash him, baby."

I froze. "Wait, what did you say?" I was in complete shock. Silas suddenly turned to me and shot me a sexy glare. "I said flash him for me, baby."