Dirty Delilah(10)

“You have keys now, you know,” she muttered. “You have a rental agreement that allows you on the property after business hours. What the hell are we doing?”

He passed the backdoor to her father’s garage and kept going until he reached a heating unit that stood silent beneath a high window. He stepped onto it and tugged. “We aren’t sneaking into my garage, Del. We’re sneaking into his.”

Sebastian.

“Shit,” she swore as he pulled her up beside him. “Asa, this isn’t a good idea. All he’d need is the smallest excuse to have you arrested for trespassing. I’m twenty-eight, not sixteen, and my business has a good rep—”

“Delilah.” He held her against his body and pressed his lips to her neck, his teeth scraping just hard enough to make her shiver. “I do this all the time and he’s never stopped me. There’s something I want to show you, a place I need to show you. I promise you won’t regret it. Trust me?”

Damn it. How was she supposed to resist when she felt his rough hand slip under her blouse and caress her skin? She would let him take her right here. Or in Sebastian’s workshop. Anywhere. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her flesh. “I love hearing you say that. I can’t wait to hear how it sounds when I’m inside you.”

Neither could she. “Crime,” she gasped. “Hurry.”

“Crime,” he rasped back. “On it.”

He let her go, pulled something small and metallic out of his pocket and reached up to the window’s lock. In seconds she heard the catch release and then he lifted the glass.

Delilah couldn’t help her grin. “You have done this before. Did you ever think that might be the reason he’s trying to buy the garage out from under you?”

“Nah,” he laughed softly, adjusting the window so they could get through it. “He doesn’t want me to leave at all. The man idolizes me.”

Now she was laughing. “I think you might be too cocky for your own good.”

“You can tell me in the morning. I think I’m exactly cocky enough. Hand me the bag. Up you go.”

She shook her head. “First? What if I trigger an alarm or break something?”

“Done this,” he repeated patiently. “There’s a table right beneath this window. I’m going to lift you up, and you just have to step down.”

He put his hands on her hips and she closed her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“It’s good to know I can still shock you. Now grab on…yeah, there, and slide your legs through. Good girl.”

She was standing on a table in the sexy Sebastian’s workshop. She was officially a criminal.

It was kind of fun. “Hurry up, Asa.”

She got down and watched him come through—black boots, long lean legs and sweet ass first—to stand on the table. He looked down at her with a wicked grin. “For a top-secret motorcycle building lair, that is way too easy. Or I’m good.”

She pursed her lips. “It was easy.”

He placed a hand on his chest. “Ouch.” Jumping down from the table, he set down the food, straightened his jacket and looked around. “Unfortunately, I’m going to have to ask you to close your eyes now.”

“What? Why?”

He sighed, holding her shoulders when she would have turned around and looked over her shoulder. “Because he wants to show you this himself, and I can’t take you where I plan to until I fix the mess he’s made.”

“Until you fix what mess?” He moved behind her and she clenched her fists. “What are you talking about?” And then it hit her. “The KII is behind me isn’t it? Oh God, Asa, are you touching the KII?”

“Touching. Fondling. Fiddling.” She could hear the laughter in his voice. “Close your eyes, Delilah. I mean it.”

She closed her eyes, though she was dying of curiosity. “They’re closed. But what are you fixing? Sebastian Kosta is a young, exceptionally muscular man. If you touch something on his prized machine he could hurt you.”

“Exceptionally? I’m muscular,” he countered. “Should I be offended that you noticed how ripped Zorba the Geek is or by how much you underestimate my fighting skills?”

She blew out a frustrated sigh. “Asa, you can’t just—”

“Hang on,” he interrupted her. “He completed the modifications on the mounts like I told him to, but he’s never going to make this baby work if he can’t…”

His voice faded and Delilah frowned. He told him to make the modifications Sebastian’s assistant was talking about? “When did you tell him?”