Car Racing Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She dried her tears and went out, but fortunately in the hallway of the bathroom their gazes crossed intensely, he recognized her, and she fell in love. The tachycardia of Maria de la Cruz's heart does not allow her to behave calmly. She decides to pay the bill that she had not yet consumed, she argues that she had a sudden commitment and must return home. She quickly leaves for the parking lot, starts her car, when she is about to start, she sees more black cars arriving, apparently she notices strange movements, she decides to wait, maybe she had to do it. Suddenly, the young Emiliano approaches the car, knocks on its window with delicacy, she puts it down with a lot of nerves; - How can I

He popped the trunk of the car, inside there were around six dozen roses, blackberry chocolates, and a stuffed wine with a beautiful colored note, "Will you like to join me for dinner tonight?" A big smile itself graced my lips, undoubtedly it was beautiful and innovative. I faintly touched them and looked up just to find that grinning handsome man staring at me. "You look beautiful when you smile. Much better than from your poker expression.” He bent towards me and whispered," But even more beautiful while blushing the way you are right now." and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, a

Hot molten lust erupted through his body and Rafael tucked his hands in his trousers and cursed softly, fighting against the impulse to join her because he knew that to join her would be to invite complications that he didn’t need. What he did need was uncomplicated sex, and he knew that he wasn’t going to enjoy that with a woman like Grace Thacker. She was the very worst sort of woman. It wasn’t the greed that bothered him, he was used to that and he’d never found female greed to be a barrier to enjoyable sex.

I put on my sunglasses and slammed my foot on the accelerator. “Dante! I hear a new casino is opening in Monaco. Care to race me? First one there wins it all!” “You’re on!” Dante roared with laughter, flooring it to catch up. The two supercars sped off along the cliffside highway, racing into the sunset. They kicked up dust from the coastal road. In the wind, there might have been a faint, lingering scent of designer cologne from the Valenti estate. But those three years of deception, along with the ashes of the Valenti family, had long since been carried away by the Mediterranean wind.

"Darren, racing is sacred to me. I want to keep it pure." He had gone still at her words. She thought he'd be angry, but instead, he straightened their clothes and sat upright, a solemn spark in his eyes. "I swear, from now on, it's my dream too. For the rest of my life, I'll treat racing with reverence. I'll never defile a racecar." He'd whispered the suggestive words against her ear, and they had burned into her skin. It was that promise that convinced her he was the one she'd spend her life with. But now, he was desecrating that very vow—with another woman—in her car.

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Cursing under my breath, I pressed the accelerator as the engines started and my car moved forward. Carlo was very skilled with the wheel, and even with a velocity of one hundred twenty degrees, I was not catching up, or maybe I was still too distracted to hit the brakes properly. We were to run around a sectioned tiled road with burning short metal tanks as delineators. "Come on, step on it!" I heard Ronnie yell at Carlo, who was clearly overjoyed to have the heads-up; winning this would result in a large sum of money. Even though I was spoiled and wealthy, racing allowed me to earn my own money.

Oh wait, one did indirectly when Rohan sent him packing from Shikoba’s apartment when they started dating. “Is the car too much? I didn’t want any distractions. Which included having to focus on driving instead of my lovely companion.” Byron asked and placed his hand over mine. “Maybe a little. I just… I’m not…” I sighed. “Used to being romanced? That’s fine. I’m happy to be the man who shows you your dreams and fantasies, and all the romance you pour into your books can be real.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

My nipples continued to ache and filthy thoughts slithered into my mind, the bad girl longings described in romance novels. This was reckless. This was dangerous. This was... fabulous. "Buckle up, Sasha." His words were gruff, demanding and I obeyed his order immediately, my toes curling as he sped off down the crowded street. His command of the fabulous car was evident as he weaved through the traffic, accelerating after every traffic light, cornering the turns as if the Ferrari ran on rails.

Luca sighed sharply, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He lifted her in his arms with a determined motion and carried her to the bed. The rain beat against the roof, and between them could be heard only the silent, broken breaths of longing. Elena unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin with trembling eagerness. Every scar on his chest told a story. Every sigh of hers was an unspoken story. Luca looked at her long, as if wanting to imprint her completely in his memory—then lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her slowly, patiently. Elena moaned softly, feeling her heart pounding in every inch of her skin.