“Can you get me that wrench?” He pointed over her head.
She looked over her shoulder and grabbed the pliers. “This?”
“No, on the opposite side.”
She placed the tool back and grabbed another. “This one?”
“To your left.”
When she went right, he blurted. “Your other left.”
A soft snicker echoed through the garage.
“Always been bad with my rights and lefts.” She grabbed the one below. “This one?”
He chuckled and straightened, dusting off his hands on the rag he’d left on her roof.
“You’re a terrible garage assistant,” he teased.
“My gifts lie in other areas.”
He strolled over, eyeing her. “I’m sure they do.”
“Hey, remember the rules. No flirting on our nonexistent date.”
He ignored the comment and leaned past her, grabbing the wrench. With the height of the standing workbench, they were practically eye level. It was the closest he’d been to her all day. Close enough to smell her faint flowery perfume. He usually preferred the natural scent of a woman, but this was completely working on her. He dropped his hand to his side but didn’t move away. She was staring up at him through her lashes with a small smile. She knew she was getting to him, and enjoying every minute of it.
“Hi,” she whispered in a soft, sultry tone. She straightened slightly, which closed the distance between them. They were only an inch apart now.
“No touching, right?” She cocked her head. “That’s against the rules?”
She lifted her hands slowly, lightly grasping his waist.
Fuck!
“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”
That was the last thing he wanted, even knowing all the implications of getting involved. Roxanne wasn’t a one-night stand type of woman. She’d be the one to get stuck in his head, consume his thoughts and be impossible to lose when it ended. He dropped the wrench onto the bench and flattened his hands on the wood, next to her thighs, virtually caging her in.God, she’s testing my self-control.He bowed his head, skimming his nose against her hair. He was just making it harder on himself, but he couldn’t resist. Everything about her felt right. She shivered and cocked up her shoulder, moving closer until her neck was inches from his lips.Fuck it.
Jonah was too close to resist. His mouth skimmed the column of her neck, tightening his arms and brushing against her thighs. Her breath was heavy, and it hitched when he licked her neck.
“What about kissing? Is that still off the table?” She dropped her chin, rubbing her cheek against the scruff of his short beard. “Against the rules, right?”
He sucked in a harsh breath, taking in her scent, overwhelmed by the feeling of her skin against his. She nuzzled against him the way a cat would show affection, and it triggered something through his body. With a heat so strong, his hands grabbed her upper thighs in a tight squeeze.
“Jonah,” she purred, bringing her lips to his ear. “Let’s be rule breakers.”
And just like that, four simple words and his self-control combusted. He lifted his hand, gripping her neck. There was no turning back once he kissed her. He knew it, but did it anyway.His mouth crashed down on hers. He was done resisting. Her hands immediately wrapped around his waist, and her legs spread, giving him full access to pull her body against his.
God, she felt good. He drove his hand around her neck, up into her hair. His hand had been itching to feel the softness of her strands since the first time he’d set eyes on her. She moaned against his lips and slipped her tongue inside, deepening the kiss. Jonah had spent too many nights wondering how she’d feel against his body. Nothing prepared him for the reality. He pulled her closer, feeling her breasts against his chest. He could almost imagine how she’d feel against him bare. He tightened his hold on her hair, and she angled her neck, giving him the opening to drag his lips down her throat.
Her hands tangled in his shirt and slipped underneath. His skin was on fire and tingled when the pads of her fingers trailed up his spine. He groaned against her neck and sucked her skin, causing a trembling shiver.
“Jonah.” She was panting, and he thought maybe she’d insist they stop. This had gone too far, too fast. He slowly lifted his mouth from her neck. He was unprepared when she ripped her hands from the back of his shirt and clasped his jaw, yanking him forward. Her tongue tangled with his, and she emitted a soft moan before tightening her grip on his jaw.
From just a kiss, he was hard and straining against his zipper. His cock was practically begging to be released. He grabbed her hips, thrusting her forward, and grinding his jean-clad erection against her core. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been turned on so quickly. He had no restraint with her. He swirled his tongue against hers, tasting the beer. He’d totally changed his mind about IPAs. First thing tomorrow, he was buying a case.
His hands drifted to her hips, curling around her ass. God, he wanted to be inside her. Soft, silky and he’d bet, wet and wanting.
