I wipe away the tear that slips from the corner of her eye. “I loveyou, Sally Hargrave. My Sally Mustang.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and her beautiful blue eyes widen.
I glance at the Mustang, then back to the woman I can’t imagine my life without. “I’m gonna screw up sometimes. But I want to find out how this ride ends. And I want to do it with you.”
Another tear falls right before she launches herself at me. “I’ll go anywhere with you, Nolan West. I love you.”
Relief and gratitude hit me like a punch. I lean my forehead against hers and whisper, “I fucking adore you.”
She mashes her lips to mine, kissing me hard and deep.
When she pulls back, her smile is real and bright and completely lethal. “So… what’s next?”
I nod toward the side room where the cot awaits. “I think I need to check your starter motor. And your ignition.”
She laughs, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “That sounds serious. You think I’m going to need a full diagnostic?”
I brush my thumb along her cheek; my eyes locked on hers. “At least an overnight assessment.”
She pretends to consider it, lips pursed. “Well… as long as you promise to be thorough.”
I kiss her, slow and deep, then murmur against her mouth, “Always.”
At that moment, everything in me settles. I have my woman and the life I never thought I’d want again. It’s all right here.
The Mustang may not be restored yet.
But I am.
Chapter 14
Sally
My heart threatens to pound out of my chest with nervous excitement as Nolan swoops me into his arms and carries me to the cot.
He loves me! And I love him. It’s fast, crazy, wonderful, and so very right. And now I can’t wait to ride my gorgeous mechanic until we both can’t stand up straight. I’m about to give myself, body and soul, to the man I’ve fallen in love with.
Nolan stops at the foot of the cot and lowers me to my feet. His hands move to his shirt, and he tugs it over his head. Tonight, I take the time to appreciate him. Broad shoulders, defined chest with its smattering of hair, and sculpted abs. His sweatpants and boxers are next, leaving him naked, and my breath catches at his sheer masculine perfection. My hands twitch with the need to touch him.
“You’re… incredible,” I breathe, shaking my head in wonder that this man is mine.
My eyes linger on his thick cock arching proudly away from his body. I reach out instinctively to touch him.
He catches my hand before I can make contact and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Not yet, sweetheart. If you touch me, I won’t last, and I want this to be special for you. I plan to take my time with you.”
His words intensify the throb between my legs, and moisture slicks my inner thighs.
Nolan moves close, and I raise my arms as he strips my shirt over my head. My bra quickly follows, landing on the ground next to my T-shirt.
“Fuck, I love these,” Nolan rumbles, cupping my breasts. I have more than enough to fill his hands and then some.
“I’ve always been a bigger girl. And well-blessed here,” I murmur self-consciously, placing my hands over his.
His brown eyes hold mine. “Blessed is the right word. Everywhere. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”
He skims his hands down my sides, following the indent of my waist before gripping my hips. “Love these hips.”
Sliding his hands under my leggings, he palms my ass. “And this ass. Christ, I’ve jerked off in the shower imagining this body. Imagining you.”
