Ian’s smirk returns. “Damn right, she is. And trust me, I know what you mean, and I am very good to her.”
Shaking her head, she looks back with a wide grin. “You lucky bitch.”
I smile back as she starts to walk away.
She calls over her shoulder to me, “Let me know if I can buy you a drink as an apology.”
“Don’t worry about it! Tell your friend I said congrats!” I reply with a chuckle.
I receive a wave in response before she disappears on the dance floor. I turn back to Ian a second before I’m being yanked against his chest, and he’s kissing me. His tongue teases mine before nibbling on my bottom lip. With his palm on my ass, I arch into him. He groans into my mouth and deepens the kiss a little more. When he finally breaks away, I rest my forehead on his chest for a moment, a little embarrassed that we just made out in front of a bar full of people.
His hand goes to the back of my head, and he kisses the top of my head. I step back a little, staying in his arms but putting a few inches between us.
“We probably shouldn’t do that while you’re on the job.”
“Worth it.”
I laugh and push the rest of the way out of his arms, making him frown.
Patting him on the chest, I say, “Don’t worry, I won’t be far. I’ll be gawking from right over there.” I tip my head in the direction of our table. “Then I’ll let you take me home and you canbe good to me.”
He catches my hand and places a kiss in the middle of my palm. Lust that was starting to die down flares through me.
Against my skin, he murmurs, “I can’t wait to remind you how good I can be.”
My skin heats, and I take another step away from him to fight the urge to kiss him again. “As if I could ever forget. But I look forward to the reminder.” I wink and leave him to go back to the table.
Maybe I’ll tell him how I feel sooner rather than later.
36
Ian
“Ian? Where are you?” Maggie calls from across the garage, and I roll out from under my Bronco. Circling the back of the vehicle, she smiles as I sit up and wipe sweat from my face with a rag. Maggie wrinkles her nose, but her grin widens. She kneels next to me with her hands on my thigh. “You’re very sweaty.”
I laugh. “That I am. You should give me a kiss anyway.” My hand goes to the back of her neck and pulls her toward me. After a few seconds of resistance as she protests with a sweet giggle, she relents and gives me a quick kiss. With a mock frown, I pat her ass and ask, “You come out here to help me?”
She shakes her head. “You absolutely do not want my help. I missed you, so I wanted to come find you.”
Warmth spreads through me. I always miss her, so it’s nice to have a reminder that the feeling is mutual. “Well,that’s where you’re wrong. You would be an excellent assistant. Come on. You can help me put oil back in this thing.”
She stands and reaches down to help me up. I place my hand in hers, but I don’t put any pressure on her hand as I get up.
With a look of reproach, she complains, “You could’ve at least pretended like I actually helped you.”
I give her a quick kiss on the forehead. “You help me more than you could ever know.”
Before I can pull away, Maggie grips my shoulders and leaps into my arms as her legs wrap around my waist. I stumble back a half-step before catching my balance with a laugh.
“I love it when you say stuff like that.”
I spin us so I can press her back to the side of the Bronco, settling my hips in my favorite location—right between her luscious thighs. Her soft palms smooth down my cheeks until she’s cradling my jaw. My eyes search her beautiful face. I’ll never tire of staring into her expressive green gaze. Since I’m still sweaty, I lean in to give her a chaste kiss, but instead her arms wrap around me, and she deepens the kiss. With a growl, I adjust my stance to put pressure where we both want, and Maggie releases a low moan when I tilt my hips.
Both of us freeze as a vibrating sound comes from across the garage. Disengaging my lips from hers, I glance in the direction of the noise.
Maggie’s palm on my cheek turns me back toward her. As she wiggles her pussy against me, I bite back a groan. “Ignore it. It’s just my phone. I’m sure whatever it is, it can wait.”
Without wasting another second, I recapture her lipsand am just about to take this make-out session further when the vibrating starts again. A frustrated growl echoes through the garage. “Go answer it so I can fulfill a fantasy I have of fucking you against the Bronco.”
