CHAPTER 25
“DO YOU THINK they’ll be able to fix the car?” I asked Blake as we lay in bed that night, or rather in the early hours of the morning. He stroked my back softly, and I struggled to keep my eyes open through an orgasm-induced haze.
“I think so. The chassis is intact. We’ve got spares for everything, and these cars are surprisingly easy to fix. Most of the parts just bolt on. They’re designed to fall apart in an accident to dissipate the energy. Quite often crashes look nastier than they are.”
“I was terrified when I saw the state of it.”
“Me too,” he admitted quietly.
His fingers continued to caress my skin, tantalising my sensitive nerve endings as he stared into space, lost in thought.
Finally, he spoke. “How do you feel about me racing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Lexi freak
