Page 60 of Overdrive (Speed Demons #1)

The air between us thickened, the intimacy of the question sunk into my skin, but I answered honestly.

There were many things I hadn’t told anyone, but this one was the least heavy to admit.

“That I’m scared I’ll never be enough. That people will always doubt me because of who I am, not what I can do. ”

His gaze softened, and the hand under my skirt moved to hook under the lace hem of my panties. Sensations burst in my core, and my lungs stopped working for a second. “You’re more than enough,Aurélie.”

“What’s something you’ve never told anyone?”

His fingertips skimmed my clit, and I almost blacked out. I needed him like I need oxygen, and that touch… fuck, the way he touched me was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

“I’ve never told anyone…” He exhaled slowly, his other hand shifting higher under my skirt. “That I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something this bad before.”

Oh.

So we were both feeling it to this extent.

And the way he said it— all gravelly and rough. Like this admission was ripping something open inside of him.

I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. His hand flexed, the heat of his palm scorching my inner thigh. The other hand? Still teasing. Still waiting. Still holding back.

Callumtilted his head, studying me. “I’ve never told anyone…” His voice dropped to a rasp, a confession laced in sin. “But I’ve got a new favorite sound.” His fingers edged higher—slow, confident, calculated. “It’s the way you moan when you come. ”

I fucking whimpered. No control. No shame. Just need. He swiped his finger across my clit, like he’d been waiting for it. My head spun, my thighs clenched, and every breath I had left dissolved into nothing.

“Yeah,” he murmured with a small chuckle, his teeth grazing my earlobe, his voice pure sex and destruction. “That one.”

I was going to beg. Or combust. Or die. Or all of the above.

But he wasn’t done.

His lips skimmed down my neck, the fingers fully under my panties now tracing me, coaxing me open. And then, softly—almost too soft to hear, “I’ve never told anyone… that you’re the only person who’s ever made me forget about winning.”

I stopped breathing completely. Not because of where his hand was or even because I was already falling apart. His words… he meant them, and he sounded as terrified of it as I was. And, monDieu , he just got me.

I wasn’t getting out of this night untouched.

When he pulled back, his eyes were burning hotter than blue flames at the center of a fire, his hands sliding back to my thighs, and I gulped. My brain struggled to function. My body was a thousand degrees too hot. My stomach was full of butterflies waiting to be released.

And he was just staring, watching my reaction in real time to see how completely fucking gone I was. For him.

“Your turn again,” I whispered, trying to lighten the mood as I forced myself to release his shirt, and instead clasp my hands into my lap to stop the trembling.

He hummed. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?”

The question caught me off guard, and I smiled despite myself. “Getting caught having sex on the hood of my car by the coppers. I’ve never ran so fast in my life.”

His laughter was rich, and I couldn’t help but laugh too. “I can only imagine the look on their faces,” he said, still laughing. “You must have given them quite the show.”

I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to play it off as if it was no big deal.

“I guess so. To be fair, I wasn’t the one who decided to park in a spot with zero privacy.

But still, getting caught with your pants literally down and having to make a run for it was not the kind of ending I was hoping for.

By the time I made it back to my car, the coppers were gone, and so was my date. I high-tailed it out of there.”

“Wait, what happened to your date?”

I shrugged. “Ditched him. Never saw him again, and he never reached back out.”

He nodded, his gaze still fixed on me, and I couldn’t help but feel like he saw right through me. “Wow. Well, I can only imagine how much of a thrill it was,” he murmured. “The danger, the rush… sounds like my kind of adventure.”

“It was definitely an experience,” I admitted, trying not to think about how much I wished he’d been there.

Callumchuckled, brushing a thumb over the back of my hand. “I can imagine. So, you were hell on wheels, even then.”

“And you’re still hell on my nerves,” I shot back. “My turn,” I said, letting the next words roll off my tongue deliberately. “Do you always fuck like you race?”

His brows lifted, blue eyes sparking with heat and challenge. “And how would that be?”

I smirked, biting the inside of my cheek. “Fast. Relentless. Always needing control. A little reckless when you know you can get away with it. And when it really counts? You go all in. No hesitation.”

“Not a bad assessment. But if you’re asking, I have to wonder—are you looking for a reminder?”

Fuck. I’d walked right into that.

“You tell me,” I whispered, shifting just enough that my mouth brushed his ear—taunting, trembling, needing. “Was Miami enough for you?”

“Enough?” he echoed, dragging his nose along my jaw, sending a full-body shiver down my spine. “ Monc?ur , I still hear you when I close my eyes.”

Heat flooded my cheeks—but more than that, it flooded between my thighs. Damn him.

“So I guess you should already know the answer to your question,” he added smoothly .

I exhaled sharply, trying not to drown in him. “Do you always take risks?”

He grazed the soaked lace between my thighs. “Only when the reward is worth the gamble.”

Here lies Aurélie Dubois.

Cause of death: Callum Fraser.

“I’ll admit, I have a tendency to push the limits.

” His hand moved to toy with the edge of my tank top, brushing the bare skin under.

I was so fucking horny, so desperate and definitely buzzed.

He was everywhere all at once and I was losing track of the game.

“But I also know when to slow down and savor the moment.”

“And do you like to take risks?”

A slow smile spread across his face, the one that made his dimple pop out. “Those worth the effort.”

“So you think you’re capable of handling me?”

“When it comes to you, all I can think about is how I can’t wait to memorize every inch of your skin, taste you, and possess you.”

“Can you handle someone who gives as good as they get?” I whispered.

“I’ve never met a woman who could outmatch me in the bedroom,” he said confidently. “But I’m always up for a challenge.”

I pressed a light kiss to his jaw, whispering, “I’m not easy, Fraser. You’re going to have to work for it.”

He huffed a laugh, and I raised my head. “I’m not afraid of a little hard work.”

I closed the small distance and kissed him, bracing myself with a hand on the nape of his neck as I tucked my knees under me. He groaned, opening his mouth so our tongues could entwine, and another rush of wetness gushed through my panties.

I pressed my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache. I was going to combust at any moment.

He pulled back and fixed a sizzling stare on me. “One last question.”

I arched an eyebrow, daring him despite the fact that my head was reeling out of this world. “Make it good. ”

“What are you hoping happens tonight?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

I looked away. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.

“Yes, you do,” he countered, his hand cupping my chin and turning my face back toward him. In that moment, I was his, and unable to resist the pull.

The moment stretched. I didn’t answer, not with words. Instead, I stood, straightening my clothes. My hand slipped into his as I pulled him toward the exit of the bar, ignoring the patrons.

“Let’s find out,” I said, my heart pounding as we stepped into the elevator, the world around us still a hazy blur. I couldn’t wait another minute to explore this.

He yanked me against him, his voice a low growl as he said, “Last chance to back out, love.”

Was this reckless? Absolutely. But for once, I didn’t care about tomorrow or the whispers this might stir. Tonight, I just wanted to feel—to live —without worrying about the consequences.

I glanced up at him, and the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world he couldn’t lose—made me feel invincible and vulnerable all at once.

“Not a chance in hell.”