“Then I’ll be gone by five.”
“Okay.”
“Go to sleep, baby.”
And she does, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately. I on the other hand, stay awake, staring at the ceiling and worrying I’ve fucked up. I don’t want her thinking she owes me sex in exchange for fixing her car or her damn sink. I don’t want her to think I’m like every other guy who’s probably hit on her in the last five years. I should have waited, gone slow, taken her out a bunch of times first. Instead, I fuck her the first night she invites me over. How original.
Words are a dime a dozen. It’s actions that count.
I may be off to a bad start, but I swear to myself, I’m going to show her just how important she is to me.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Heather—
Cody is fixing my car, looking all manly while doing it. His muscles bulge as he strains against a tool, trying to get a bolt free.
“Come on, you son-of-a-bitch,” he growls. Finally, it breaks free, and he gets it removed.
“I really appreciate you helping me, Cody.”
He hooks an arm around my waist and dips his head for a sip from the glass of lemonade I hold.
There’s something sexy about the gesture, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he drinks. A trickle of sweat runs down his throat.
When he finishes, I can’t resist dipping my head and dragging my tongue along his neck. He tastes salty, and he smells of leather and smoke and his own manly scent.
My body is responding, and I feel wetness flow into my panties.
He locks eyes with me, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. He gives voice to it.
“Babe, if your kid wasn’t inside with a view of this parking lot, I’d plop you on the trunk of your car and do all kinds of things to you.”
“Oh, you would, would you? Right out here in public?”
“Okay, maybe not out here, but if we were at my clubhouse, I’d do you in the parking lot in a heartbeat.”
“In front of your brothers?”
“Okay, maybe after dark when they were all inside and drunk. I’d definitely do you on the hood of your car. The thrill of getting caught would make it hot.”
God, I think I’d actually let him. I’m so wrapped up with this man. He’s got me crazy for him, so crazy all sense goes right out the window.
“You better get back inside. You’re distracting me, and if you keep at it, I’ll never get your car fixed.”
“All right.” I set the glass on the roof of the car and wiggle my fingers. I content myself with the fact that his eyes sweep over me as I walk away, latching onto my ass.
I give him a sexy shake.
“Goddamn, woman. Are you trying to give me heart failure?”
I giggle and trot inside.
Closing the door behind me, I stroll over and find Mrs. Harding doing needlepoint while Tucker plays with his toy superheroes on the floor.
“Thank you for coming at the last minute. I didn’t want to put off getting my car fixed, and I was so grateful Cody had time to look at it.”
“Of course, dear. No problem at all.”
