“No problem.”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it,” I add.
Once we reach my truck, I open the door for her, but she stops before climbing in and turns back to me. Reaching up onto her toes, she presses her lips to mine, and I cup the back of her neck with my hand, holding her close.
When she eventually pulls back, I can’t stop the smile on my face. “What was that for?”
“Do I need a reason to kiss you?” she asks.
“Never.” I take her hands in mine and press my lips to her forehead. “You kiss me whenever you fucking like, babygirl.”
The way Amy is looking up at me right now has me falling for her even harder than I already have.
Chapter 25
Amy
For the next two days, Logan and I work tirelessly to get the car ready for paint. Well, I say Logan andI, I really meanLoganworks tirelessly,Isit on the sidelines and watch, helping when needed and nodding along like I know what he’s talking about. I love that even though he knows full-well I don’t understand a word, he still explains it to me. I love his passion and how muchheloves what he does.
I’m going to miss this.
He’s fiddling about with something under the hood, I don’t know what he’s doing and to be quite honest, I don’t care, all I can think about is how I’m going to miss watching him doing what he loves, and obviously, miss the view I’m currently staring at. The view of him bent over the hood, his t-shirt riding up just a little, enough to see the hard planes of his toned stomach, the muscles of his biceps flexing as he works.
“I can practically feel your eyes burning a whole in my side. You like what you see?” He glances over at me and winks.
“I’d like it better with your shirt off.”
He chuckles. “Well, we can’t always get what we want all the time now can we?”
I fake a pout and he laughs, stopping whatever he’s doing and making his way over to me.
My eyes flick to his hands and forearms that are slick with sticky dark brown, almost black motor oil and I jump up from my seat. “Whoa! Back off! You’re hands are covered in oil!”
“A little oil never hurt anybody.”
“Yeah, buta little oilcan ruin my nice clean, brand new top that I only bought the other day.” I gesture at the crisp white top that I’ve never worn before. As I edge backwards around the car while Logan continues forward. “Logan, I’m serious,” I warn, getting ready to run if need be.
“You’re so sexy when you’re scared.” He smirks, licking his lips, his eyes roaming over my body, heating my skin with his gaze.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I scoff.
“Tell that to your face, babygirl, I can read you like a book.”
“Wait? You can read? I had no idea,” I joke.
He jerks forward suddenly and I release a yelp, causing him to laugh.
“I’ll run,” I warn.
“And I’ll chase you.”
Seeking a small opportunity to escape, I make a run for it. I spin on my heels and dart towards the garage door, but he’s too fast, I don’t even make it out of the garage before he’s caught me, lifting me off the ground and throwing me over his shoulder, his hand landing on my ass with a hard slap. He lowers me onto the hood of the GTO and captures my mouth with his.
“Caught you,” he murmurs against my lips with a smile.
“So you did.” I crane up to kiss him and his hands cup my face as he wedges himself between my legs.
“Fuck, babygirl,” he moans, his voice muffled against my skin as his lips move down to my jaw and then to my neck where his mouth dips down to the valley of my breasts through my shirt, my shirt which is now streaked in engine oil.
