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“Go-Karting? Are you serious?” I ask, watching his face light up with a grin. It’s adorable how pleased he is with himself.
“Yes, ma’am. It’s time I show you why I’m the World Champion.” And there’s the cocky asshole I love.
“So this date is just a way for you to show me your moves, Hotshot?” I tease, as he pulls into the parking lot, which is practically empty. Looking around, I’m not even exaggerating. There are barely any cars here.
“I think you’ve seen plenty of my moves already, sweetheart. And I don’t recall any complaints,” he drawls, as he lifts his glasses up and winks at me. The simple gesture sends heat to my core.
Shaking my head with a grin, I wonder out loud, “I wonder why it’s so quiet.”
His knowing smirk has me rolling my eyes as I unbuckle my seat belt.
“You booked the entire track, didn’t you?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. He just shrugs like it’s no big deal and I shake my head at his elaborate gesture.
“In my defense, I need to take it easy on you, being the reigning world champ. And I don’t want to have any witnesses to my less than stellar performance.” He sounds so serious, I have to hold back my laugh.
“No, heaven forbid someone sees Brody Spencer at less than peak performance,” I tease as he pulls me over to him and smashes my lips to his.
“Damn right.” I groan as he pulls away, leaving me hanging. “Come on, let me show you how it’s done.”
Watching him fly round the track is hypnotizing. He’s in his element behind the wheel and I’m captivated. He throws the kart around the track like it’s nothing, holding nothing back. I’m watching him show me how it’s done, before I jump into my own kart. He promised to go easy on me, but I can’t see Brody Spencer going easy. He doesn’t half-ass anything.
He stops in the pit, just beside me, and takes his helmet and balaclava off, his signature grin melting my insides. He is on such a high and I love it.
“Think you can keep up, baby?” he asks, jumping out of the kart and wrapping me in his arms. I link my arms around his neck and bring him closer for a kiss. Seeing him in his element was hot. If I didn’t know he’d put so much thought into this date, I’d suggest we call it a day and go back to my place.
Pulling back, I whisper against his lips, “Not a chance in hell, but I’m happy to give it a go, Hotshot.”
He slaps my ass and grabs my hand, pulling me along to my kart. Helping me in, he points out the pedals and helps me buckle in.
“Just try to enjoy yourself, okay?” He’s buzzing, the rush of being behind the wheel on a racetrack is evident to see. This is where he belongs.
“Sure. And you’ll go easy on me, right?” I ask, unconvinced.
“To start with, you bet,” he says with a wink, before helping me put my balaclava on and passing me my helmet.
“Cute,” he teases with a wink. “Follow me onto the track, we’ll do a couple of slow laps to get you used to the layout, yeah?”
I give him a thumbs up and watch as he suits up and jumps into his own kart.
As he drives past me and back out onto the track, one of the guys who works here starts the engine and I put my foot on the gas, hesitantly following my champ.
True to his word, he goes slow so I can follow. After a few laps, I’m getting into it and put my foot down, overtaking him. The rush I get from taking the lead is unexpected and I laugh. I slow to take the next bend but put my foot down on the straight, wondering how close he is behind me.
My question is answered quickly, when he sails past me around a corner, waving as he goes. Cocky bastard.
The chase is on, I go flat out at the next straight, but I don’t come close. So much for taking it easy on me. The thrill of the race has my adrenaline pumping, and I find myself enjoying this far more than I expected.
Brody slows at the next straight, letting me catch up to him. He holds a hand up, counting down on his fingers. He’s giving me a head start. I waste no time in flooring it and trying to get as far away as possible. My competitive side has come out, and even though I know it’s impossible, I want to beat the cocky SOB at his own game.
I manage a lap and a half of the track before he speeds past me, making quick work of the upcoming corner and looking every inch the pro he is.
By the time we pull into the pits and I take my headgear off, my cheeks are flushed and I’m grinning from ear to ear. Brody runs over to help me out and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I crash my lips to his. I’m burning up.
He wastes no time in returning the kiss, with one of his hands tangling in my hair and the other cupping my cheek. Our tongues clash and I’m desperate to get him alone.
“Enjoy that, did you?” he says, against my lips, his breath washing over my face.
“Yes. Can we come again?” I ask, grinning like a lunatic. He laughs and kisses me again.
