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

mind because she wondered if he’d force his way into her heart.
    The answer was never . No matter if she was his mate or not, he’d never make her do anything she didn’t want to do. Including love him.
    “One of these days, Punk baby, you’re going to let me show you how much I care about you. And you won’t question it. You won’t second guess it. It’ll be mind blowing. The kind of thing where your heart and soul merges with someone else’s, and it’s for good. Everlasting. But there’s something you can be sure of.” He tilted her face up so his eyes were level with hers. “It won’t happen until you’re ready. Until you let me.”
    Her eyes were sad. “What if I can never let you?”
    “I’ll wait. I’ll wait forever. I’ll die waiting, holding your hand and watching you sleep. If that’s all I get, fine, I’m gonna hold the hell out of your hand.”
    There was so much emotion in her expression. Her breath came in stilted pants through her slightly parted lips. Did she believe him?
    Without warning, Punk leaned forward, pressing her eager lips to his.
    Time stood still for a moment as Beast got his first taste of his mate. Her lips were unbelievably soft, contrasting with the hard metal ring that bit into his. She was everything good and perfect and sweet, packaged as a fire cracker. She was scarred and hurt, yet still hopeful. She was everything. Fucking everything.
    Like a dam was lifted, time started moving again, rushing forward in a waterfall that had no hope of being contained.
    Beast’s hand went around the back of her neck to keep their connection while his arm shot out, knocking everything off the counter in one sweep. A growl rumbled the back of his throat and he came across the counter, straddling her legs and the stool she sat on. He took her face firmly in both hands and pried her mouth open with his lips.
    He was going to kiss the fuck out of her.
    What if this was it? What if this was all he ever got? He wanted to make her feel everything he felt through this one kiss. He needed her to know, when this was all over, that she was his. Whether she ever gave him a chance or not. Whether he ever marked her or not. Whether they had a future or not. She had to know.
    His tongue dove in, tasting the tangy sweet flavor of her mouth. Fucking bliss . Her tongue playing against his tentatively revved him up even more, and he pushed in harder, taking her in the only way he could. She’d given him this permission. Like with the hands. This was his now, and he was going to use it to make her feel loved.
    The more he worshipped her lips, the more frantically she kissed him until her hands tangled in his dreads at the nape of his neck. The slight pain was delicious. She was losing control under his attention.
    Mine. My female. My beautiful female.
    She’d be his from this point on whether she wanted him for herself or not. No other woman would ever catch his eye. Just her. Punk. His.
    She clung to him, and he realized he’d pushed her back so far she was barely on the stool. He broke away to stare into her eyes. Hovering above her, holding her in place, he tried to read her reaction. Her breath came in heavy gasps. There was no smirk, no hint of sarcasm.
    And then he noticed the change in her scent.
    His eyes rolled back in his head as he grappled for control. She was aroused . It was the first time he’d smelled it since they’d met. She’d never responded to him like this before. And she needed him. God, she needed him to take care of her. But was she ready for that?
    “You okay?” He barely got the words out. His wolf wanted to act, not talk.
    “Are you?” she breathed.
    His breath rushed in and out of his chest. “No. I want to touch you. Kiss you. All over. Everywhere. But I meant what I said.”
    She squeezed her eyes closed and her scent swirled around him, taking all his air. He tilted her head so he could have access to her delectable neck. He pressed his lips gently against her