“No,” I reply quickly.
“Ithink you were smelling me. I’ve got no problem with that as long as you allow me the same luxury.” He pulls me back against him, my back to his chest with his arm banded around my middle.
My breath catches in my throat as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and breathes in deeply. My body hums. Every inch of me alive and very much affected by his touch.
“Mmm…” he moans on his exhale. His face moves up, so his lips are level with my ear. “You smellsogood. You smell like every fantasy I’ve ever had, and I bet you taste just as good.” I feel him take my earlobe into his mouth which he sucks gently, then tugs between his teeth before releasing it. His mouth moves lower, pressing light kisses down my neck.
I tip my head to the side to give him better access and I arch back against him slightly, gasping when I feel his hard bulge against my ass cheeks.
I’m both surprised and turned on by his actions. He’s never been so forward with me before, but I must say, I like it.
“Amy? Who was at the door, honey?” my mom calls, and I jerk out of Logan’s grip just moments before she appears in the hallway. “Oh! Hello,” she greets, her eyes widening as her eyes fall on Logan.
“Hi, I’m Logan. I’m a… friend of Amy’s.” He reaches around me, stretching out his arm to shake my mom’s hand.
She takes his hand. “I’m Madeline. It’s great to meet you properly. I remember you, you were there the night my husband died and again at the funeral.”
“Yeah. I’m very sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. So, what brings you here?” she asks.
“He’s come to take a look at the GTO, Mom. He might be able to help with the rebuild.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. Logan, would you like something to drink?”
“I’m good, thank you,” he declines politely.
“Shall we go see the car?” I ask.
“Lead the way,” Logan replies.
Once we reach the garage, I bend down and unlock the huge door, giving it a good tug. It swings open over my head and slides along the roof of the garage on its runners.
Logan whistles behind me as his eyes zero in on the car that is sat in the middle. He starts forward and presses his hand to the hood, smoothing his hand over as he walks around the car. “Does it run?” he asks.
I pull out the keys from my back pocket and jump in behind the wheel. I turn the key and it coughs a few times but eventually, the engine roars to life. Logan rounds the front of the car and lifts up the hood, fiddling around with something.
After a minute or so, his head pops up around the side of the hood. “You can turn the engine off now,” he tells me, and I switch it off.
I climb out of the car to stand beside Logan.
“Well, it doesn’t look intoobad a shape. The engine sounds a little rough, could be the spark plugs or fuel injector, nothing too difficult to fix.” He closes the hood and inspects the front of the car. “From what I can see the headlights look a little clouded and need replacing. Did your dad mention anything else?”
“Um...” I try to think of anything my dad said he needed to look at, that’s when I remember he wrote a list of to-dos. “Hang on! He wrote a list.” I search through a stack of papers on top of the filing cabinet in the corner until I finally find it. “Got it!” I bring it over and pass it to Logan. He takes the piece of paper and scans down it, nodding slowly.
“Most of these are minor repairs. For a car of its age it’s in pretty good shape, trust me, I’ve seen a lot. The biggest job really is the bodywork. The parts that are rusted will have to be cut out and replaced. It needs sanding back to bare metal, primed and re-sprayed. I’ve got a guy who can do that at the shop.”
“So…”
“I’ll do it. I’ll help you.”
A smile breaks out across my face. “You will?”
“Of course I will,” he says returning my smile.
I hurl myself at him, wrapping my arms tight around his neck. “Thank you! Thank you so much!”
His arms go around my back, squeezing me. “Did you really think I wouldn’t?”
