Racing The Beast (Dirt Track Dogs #2) by P. Jameson Page B

it?” Her soft hands slipped around his neck, clutching him like he was her life preserver.
    “Answer my questions.”
    Her head moved in a solemn nod. Maybe she thought he needed details about what had happened to her, but he didn’t want any of that. He only wanted to think about their future.
    “Every question, understand?”
    Another nod while he held her eyes captive, unwilling to let her look anywhere but at him.
    “What would you say if I asked what?”
    She considered his question. “I’d say… I’d say this.”
    “And if I asked when?”
    “I’d say now.” Her voice was sure and strong.
    Beast could hardly breathe for how badly he wanted this.
    “And if I asked where?”
    Her gentle hand came around to his chest, exploring his hard planes for the first time, and stopping just above where his heart was. “I’d say right here.”
    “And if I asked why?”
    Punk sighed, biting her lips nervously. “I’d say... because I love you. And I trust you. And I want you. And I love who I am when I’m with you. I feel whole. Complete . Fresh and new, and like life didn’t fuck me over like I thought it had.”
    Beast’s chest locked up. She loved him. She trusted him. The admission was so beautiful he wanted to record it so he could hear it again and again. He’d make it his damn ringtone.
    “You love me?” he rasped, hoping like hell he hadn’t heard her wrong.
    She pressed her lips together and nodded, her expression so utterly vulnerable.
    He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing gently, savoring the flavor of her lips.
    “And if I asked what?” His whispered question filled the space between them.
    “I’d say forever. Forever and ever and fucking ever.”
    Forever. Yes. That’s what he wanted. What he demanded of her. If she could give him forever, he could love her that long and beyond.
    “Did I pass?” Her lips trembled with her breathed question. Her eyes filled with fresh tears waiting for his answer.
    Beast lowered his head and swiped his tongue over her lips before pulling back to answer. “You just mapped out our future, baby, and I really, really like where this is going.”
    Rising up on his knees, his cock jutted out, revealing his desire for her. When her hot gaze landed on it, the thing jumped, as if it was trying to reach for her. She licked her lips, her eyes wide and hungry.
    Damn, he’d wished for her to look at him like that, like she wanted to devour him in one delicious pleasurable bite. Now she was, and it was more than he could handle.
    “This works both ways,” he husked. “If you’re mine, Punk baby, then I’m all yours.”
    The corner of her mouth slid up in the sexiest fucking grin. “Mine?”
    He nodded. Had to get her naked. Had to feel her soft skin sliding against his.
    Pulling her to a sit, he peeled the scrap of a tank top up and over her head, revealing the breasts he’d barely acquainted himself with earlier. Damn beautiful sight, his mate’s body. Soft but toned at the same time. Feminine yet strong. She was his perfect match.
    “I’m going to take you, Punk, make love to you. I’m going to have you trembling from head to toe, aching for my cock.”
    A small whimper escaped her.
    He slipped her tiny panties down her legs, running his palms along her smooth skin. Tossing them over his shoulders, he took each of her delicate ankles in hand, his fingers circling them like manacles.
    “I’ll make you come again and again, watching you lose control so beautifully.” He gazed darkly into her eyes. “And then I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And if anything feels wrong you say the word and I stop. We clear?”
    She had to understand the rules before they continued. He had to be sure she’d stop him if he went too far. He couldn’t hurt her.
    “God, yes.”
    She was already squirming, her skin pebbling with chills. Beast tightened his grip on her ankles.
    “Promise me. If I do anything you don’t like, you’ll tell me.”
    “I promise.”
    “When we