Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I did, breathing faster than a bullet as he shifted again and
sped up, both of us charging into the night, down an unlit
gravel road, to whatever tree we were going to wrap this car
around.
But holy shit. Everything on me was warm. Hot. My blood
raced, and my arms felt strong enough to make me fly.
I turned up the music, found the window buttons on the
door, and rolled down the window, the much-needed cool air
whipping through my hair as the music pounded.
I turned my head toward him, his breath on the corner of
my mouth. “Can we go faster?”
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t budge other than to press
the clutch, shift gears, and punch the gas.
We charged down the road, and I was having so much fun
now. But I wasn’t the one who was losing control. My pulse
and breathing had calmed. His, on the other hand…
I felt his chest rise and fall against my back as his breath
hit my cheek, shallow and labored.
I curled my lips in a little smile. My turn.
“Tell me when,” I said.
“When what?”
“I want to turn again.”
I felt his head shake side to side. “We’re going too fast for
that now, Little Devil.”
I held onto the wheel and lifted up my foot, putting it on
top of his and pressing it into the pedal, so he didn’t let off the
gas. “Please?”
His voice shook. “Winter…”
I nudged the steering wheel side to side, playing. “Left or
right? You choose or I will.”
He breathed hard through his teeth, gripping my hips with
both hands now. “No.”
“I’m gonna do it.”