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“Commander Levy’s.”
“What?” His eyes popped wide, and I had to laugh, though it said a lot about what he thought of me if he thought I was serious.
“Relax. He won’t miss it.”
“Solo, I’m not getting in a stolen car.”
“Then enjoy staring at your four walls. Or what did you say? Suffocating inside those four walls?”
“Where’s your bike?”
I glanced around, feigning panic. “Shit. Oh shit.” I couldn’t keep up the act, though, laughter bubbling up and out as horror crossed Panther’s face. “Jesus, you are too easy. Come on.” Swinging the keys, I hopped off the sidewalk and opened the passenger-side door, but Panther stayed put, glaring at me. “What?”
“Where’d you get the car?”
“I told you.”
He crossed his arms, seeming content to stay there all day if I didn’t answer.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that? Let’s see, if it’s not Commander Levy’s car, and it’s not my car, then, gee, I guess maybe I picked it up at a place you rent cars. Now will you please get in before I melt on this hot as fuck pavement?”
Apparently appeased by my answer, Panther slid his Aviators onto his face and brushed by me before getting into the passenger’s seat.
“Good boy,” I joked, shutting his door and then rounding the car to take my spot behind the wheel. I’d already ridden this baby hard on the freeway, so I knew the power it contained if I pushed it. And with Panther beside me, I planned to push it.
I ran my eyes over his broad shoulders and the incredibly built body I knew was underneath those clothes. “You might want to buckle up there, lieutenant.”
Panther’s lips quirked. “Oh yeah? Gonna take me for a ride, huh?”
As he buckled in, I licked my lips. “Mhmm, hard and fast, just the way you like it.”
Panther swallowed and then shifted in his seat, clearly thinking of the night I’d had him under me, which was exactly my intent.
“I think I can handle it.”
I chuckled as I turned the key and the car rumbled to life. The throaty purr of the exhaust rumbling beneath us made the car vibrate, and we hadn’t even gone anywhere yet. “I hope you’re right, because I’m not gonna go easy on you.”
Panther propped his arm up on the open window frame and glanced my way, and fuck me, the guy had never looked sexier in his life. “Like you said, I like you best hard.”
The comment was so direct and so damn sexy that I had a feeling this little joy ride was going to be one I wouldn’t forget anytime soon. When I let out a low groan, Panther said, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
The return of my brain and how to drive a car? But before I could get even more distracted, or maybe think about trying to convince Panther to forget about the drive and maybe go back inside, where there was, oh, I don’t know, a bed, I took a deep breath and refocused on the road ahead.
Right, it was time to get my frustration out some other way until I could enjoy riding the body sitting only inches away from mine. So, let’s see what this baby can really do.
9 Panther
AS WITH ALL things Solo did, there was no middle ground. There was zero and batshit crazy, and as we merged onto the freeway and he crossed three lanes of traffic without slowing or sparing more than a passing glance, I had the fleeting thought that driving with Solo was far more dangerous than flying a fighter jet for a living.
A blaring horn made me turn to see a man shooting us the finger as Solo made a sharp turn into his lane, cutting him off a little more abruptly than was polite, and when I shot a glare at Solo, the fucker was waving in the rearview mirror.
“You have a death wish,” I shouted over the blaring music and wind whistling in my ears.
Solo glanced my way, a frown pulling down on his forehead. “Huh?”
I pointed to the road, indicating that he should probably watch it. “You have a fucking death wish!”
Solo let out a bellowing laugh that could’ve been construed as joyful or maniacal, depending on your point of view, but as he stomped on the gas and tore up the stretch of empty road ahead, I was pretty sure the two emotions went hand in hand for him.
We’d been driving for nearly twenty minutes now, and while Solo hadn’t bothered telling me where we were going, I found I didn’t care. Just being away from the base, away from the suffocating confines of my room for a few hours was freeing, and again I was struck by the fact that Solo seemed to know exactly what I needed.
How does he do that? Or maybe the question I should’ve been asking myself was: How do I feel about the fact he seems to read me so well?
