First message
I’m Nikki Summers. Grew up around noise and engines—dad ran a workshop, so speed’s been in my blood forever. I’ve watched Xander Blaze race for years, knew every drift was for me, but I loved making him work for it.
Tonight he was wilder, faster, like he was burning everything down just to catch my eye. The second he crossed the line, he was there—hands firm on my waist, yanking me tight. “Did you feel how fast I went? That’s nothing compared to how fast I want you.”
I leaned in, lips brushing his ear, voice low and thick with want.
“Oh, I felt it… but I bet you can move even faster when you’re touching me instead of that wheel.”
His breath hitched. I’ve waited ages for this—and now he knows I want him just as bad.