She shook her head wildly..
“And this is?” I groaned, palming the flesh of her ass cheeks in my hand. So fucking sexy. My cock was rock hard and begging to cum deep inside her.
“Nothing… I wear nothing.”
I couldn’t see straight, certainly couldn’t think straight after that. My lips crashed against hers as I lifted her against me. We careened against a wall, my hand supporting both of us as her lips parted and our tongues tangled together.
“Watching you bent over a car every day for the last six weeks has been fucking hell,” I snarled, nestling my cock at the hot, wet source of all my of fantasies.
“I wondered why you gave me a dirty look every time I walked into the room.”
“That wasn’t a dirty look, baby. That was pain. You make my cock so fucking hard I could pound nails.” Her breathing sped up, her hips rocking wildly until I spun us around, laying her across the hood of the car we were supposed to be fixing. “I’ve been dreaming of this pretty pussy since the second you walked into my garage.”
My fingers stroked across the seam of her jeans—hot, damp arousal burning my fingertips and sending my brain into a frenzy. I pressed, rubbing around, where I imagined her clit was, dreaming of the time I’d get my lips on it. Our lips crashed together, her hands in my hair, running circles across my scalp before she tugged on the strands.
“So fuck me then,” she purred, eyes riveted on mine in challenge.
“Jesus, don’t tempt me, gorgeous.” I trailed my tongue up her neck, imbibing the scent of her, desperate to see her crash in waves of pleasure on my hand.
“Since when are you so polite?” she teased.
I narrowed my eyes, my cock aching like it never had before, until I pushed a hand down the waistband of her pants and made contact with the searing flesh of her pussy. She arched and moaned, her fingers clutching the flesh at my shoulders.
“Oh God…harder.”
“You’re a sweet little surprise, aren’t you?” I husked, speeding my fingers until I felt her thighs tensing around my palm.
“Oh my God…” she whispered desperately, her fingernails digging into my biceps. I slid my tongue past her lips, catching her groans before her muscles quaked and she came in a torrent around me. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to control myself as I watched her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip, stifling little moans I was desperate to hear.
“That’s it, Sadie, give it to me.” I eased my fingers out, letting her come down from her release. “I want all your orgasms from here on out.” I fucked her mouth with my tongue, showing her how much I wanted her, how desperate I was to feel her, how she made me lose control like no one else ever had. “Got that?”
Her eyes fluttered open, her mouth curving in a small grin. “I got that, boss.”
My eyes flared, my nostrils sucking in the sweet scent of her cum before I pulled a hand from her pants and thrust it between my lips. “Sweet as fucking candy, Sadie.”
A blush crept up her cheeks before she straightened her hair, sliding up to a sitting position with her knees tucked between us.
“Ready to get to work?”
Her eyes shot open, wider than hubcaps, before she slid off the hood of the car. “I’m ready.”
“Good.” I smacked her on the ass, a cocky grin burning up my lips. “I like you ready for me.”
Chapter Three
SADIE
My heart slammed against my ribcage as memories of his hands caressing my skin danced through my head. Jackson’s touch was fire, a raging inferno that consumed my body and my mind. When he touched me all sense of reason evaporated into thin air and all I wanted was more--more heat, more sensation, more Jackson.
I had so little experience with men, but melting under his possessive fingertips had come shockingly easy. I was a certifiable tomboy. Men weren’t often on my mind beyond the passing glance, a nod or an eye roll, depending on the day, but the way Jackson looked at me…like he wanted to eat me, I craved it. I felt alive when his eyes darted across my body. I felt like a woman, something that was tough to come by somedays when I was covered in oil and dirt.
I leaned over the hood of the car and with a final twist of a bolt, dropped the wrench on the workbench and stretched. All the muscles in my back ached. My shoulders and neck cramped from leaning for the last few hours. I trailed out of the garage, headed for the main office. I was still hoping if it was slow I could get a spare hour to work on my car. I hated relying on friends for transportation.
“All set.” I pushed through the office door, not at all surprised to find Jackson alone, sitting behind his desk. But I was shocked beyond belief to see his throbbing dick in one hand.