He shifts the car into high gear, pressing down the gas pedal almost to the floor. The engine lurches. The tires scream against the pavement. All of the beautiful scenery rushes by in a blur. Trees and fields become green and gold flashes. The yellow center line is nearly unrecognizable. There is another car ahead of them. They are going much to slow. He doesn't bother to flip a signal. Easing the steering wheel over, the Camaro drifts out into the left lane and they leave the other driver in a cloud of dirt. He laughs inwardly as he watches the silver car disappear in his rearview mirror. A surge of adrenaline rushes through him as he leans into the upcoming curve. His heart is beating wildly.
Beside him, she laughs and leans onto the dashboard, her eyes hungrily taking in the way his car has transformed her world. Suddenly, she rolls the window down and leans her head out, the wind taking her long, gorgeous red hair and whipping it straight behind her. Her eyes tear up immediately but she can not be deterred. The front of her shirt is pressed against her and he can see the curves of her body beneath it. His breath catches in his throat as he fights to pull his eyes away from her and back to the road. He begins to worry that they are going too fast. What if something were to happen? She could be thrown, run over, dragged. Her life isn't worth the thrill. He begins to ease up on the pedal. His hand rests on the shifter, ready to bring their impromptu joyride to an agreeable end.
She is rapidly beside him, leaning over the center console, dragging her freezing fingertips over his cheeks and up to tangle in his black hair. Her head, cold and disheveled, leans into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He feels her hot breath on his skin and shivers. The car sways in the lane and he tightens his grip on the wheel. She laughs, a small and devious giggle. She knows what she is capable of doing to him. Her hands move down to his arms, one hand circling his forearm, the other moving to slide down his heaving chest to his fluttering stomach. Slowly, he feels her tongue flick out between her perfect lips and catch his earlobe, trailing up into the rounded shell where she retrieves it to whisper:
"Faster. Just a little faster."