Swerve: Boosted Hearts (Volume 1) Read Free Page A

hand, he led her out of the garage.
    She followed him without hesitation, holding on as the roller door slid shut behind them with a loud rattle. He carried on around to the back of the building, where his truck was parked.
    Adam would already be working on the car Hugh had brought in, switching out the VIN plates with ones cloned from other vehicles of the same make, model and year. They had it down to a fine art, were fast, too. One more car and they’d have enough to be picked up for export.
    Couldn’t happen too damn soon.
    Two more shipments after that and they’d finally be free and clear.
    Hugh pulled the key fob from his pocket and aimed it at his truck.
    “So this is your business?” Shay said beside him. The breathy note to her voice did nothing to ease his rock-hard cock.
    “Yeah.”
    “It’s…it’s very impressive.”
    He grinned at the way she said it. Jesus, the woman was sweet, the way her eyes widened, lips parting slightly. Would she look like that when he pushed inside her, when he thrust into her again and again? Shit. He needed to get a handle on it. But now he’d delivered the car and was alone with Shay, could relax, every one of his senses had zeroed in on the woman beside him.
    He let his gaze roam over her. “Thanks.”
    “So you own this whole place?”
    He shook his head. “Part owner.”
    “You must be good. The garage was filled with cars.”
    He shrugged. Moved closer. Screw it . You don’t get if you don’t ask, right? Then he got closer still, using the excuse of opening her door for her, testing the waters. She didn’t step away, stayed where she was so her side brushed his front.
    Instead of opening up, he stayed where he was but kept his hands to himself. He didn’t want to freak her out if she wasn’t on-board. She looked up at him. Damn, she really was pretty. He studied her for any sign of fear, any signal that she wasn’t interested. Nothing. She was attracted to him. Shit, he’d bet everything he had that she was turned on—curiosity, heat, it was right there, written all over her face. Her color high, eyes shining, breath coming in little pants.
    He rested his hip against the side of his truck, looked down at her. “I’m just going to lay this out for you, then the ball’s in your court.”
    She blinked up at him. “Lay what out?”
    “I’m really fucking attracted to you, Shay. I don’t do dates. Don’t like to waste time, either. You’re not interested, I’ll drop you home then I’m gone, no problem. But if you are, say the word, and I’ll spend the night making you come so hard you’ll forget your own name.”
    Her mouth opened then closed, opened again. “Um…” Color rose on her cheeks, and the pulse at the base of her creamy throat started to flutter rapidly. “You and me…? You’re, ah…you want to…?” She cut herself off abruptly, her color getting darker.
    His abs tightened, so much so, he was surprised he didn’t get a goddamn cramp. “I want to spend the night with you, babe.”
    Her expression could only be described as stunned, and it wasn’t changing. Shit. Had he called it wrong?
    He pulled her forward gently and opened the passenger door. “What’s your address?”
    She did some more blinking, rapidly. Mouth clamped shut, biting her lips together.
    “Shay?” He tucked a loose strand of red hair behind her ear, couldn’t stop himself. It felt as soft as it looked. “I’m gonna need your address.”
    She gave a little start, snapping out of it. “Right, my address. Yes, you’ll need that.”
    She rattled it off, and he scowled. A few blocks, my ass. She lived miles away from where he’d found her cornered by that asshole. Her place was over in Santa Monica, near the beach. A good twenty, thirty-minute drive. Hand to her lower back, because he couldn’t stop touching her, he steered her toward the open door. She climbed up, and he closed it behind her.
    The drive to her place was quiet. He wasn’t great with small