Page 7 of Drive Her Wild

“Since you’re the only mechanic in town that actually seems to work on cars, I’m hoping you can fix my taillight.”

Fuck…

Someone needs to fuck that big-city attitude out of you.

“Oh. My. God!” she exclaims as I roll myself out from under the car. “Is there anywhere in this town I can go where I won’t run into you?”

“Not likely,” I smirk. “It’s not that big of a town.”

“And where is your fucking shirt?” She feigns annoyance in her voice as I stand before her with my coveralls tied around my waist.

Poorly.

Wiping my hands on a shop towel as I walk toward her, she chews at her lower lip as her eyes roam over my shirtless body.

“Can I help you with something?” I question slowly, drawing out my words, well aware of the innuendo.

“Ummm,” she stammers, still unable to pull her eyes from my body as I continue walking until I am within arm’s distance of her.

“My eyes are up here.” I slip my finger under her chin. Tipping her face to mine, I take a step closer and eliminate the distance between us as her eyes meet mine.

I keep a hold of her chin and stare into her green eyes, listening to her breathing grow deeper. Bending down, I lower my lips closer to hers as though they are a magnet, and I cannot fight the pull.

Her heady breaths blow over my lips as I fight the urge to see if her lips taste as good as I imagine them to be.

“Is there something you need help with, firecracker.” My tongue drags between my lips.

“There is nothing I need you to remotely help me with.” She places her hands on my bare chest and hesitates to shove me away.

Gripping her wrists, I slowly slide her hands down my body, relishing in the feel of her fingertips gliding over the dips and bulges of my muscles. Her eyes follow her hands as they travel below my navel and stop when they reach my low-slung coveralls.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you haven’t thought about your hands on me…and my hands on you.” I pull her hands from my chest and pin them to her lower back. A gasp blows over her lips as I use the grip behind her back to pull her flush against me.

Before she has the opportunity to respond, I press my lips to hers. It was intended to be a soft, teasing kiss to test the waters—to ensure I wasn’t going to be met with a palm across my face—but the moment my lips touch hers, I need so much more. Tasting her lips, I walk her backward until she is pressed between me and my ’69 Shelby.

Her body is pinned between me and the car. And her needy eyes stare up at me when I pull my lips from hers. A need I’m going to fill until she’s begging me to stop.

My still-dirty hands slide along her cheeks, leaving smears of grease on her perfect skin. Gently squeezing her face, I bend down to her, and I pull her lips back to mine. Her lips part, and I eagerly slip my tongue between them.

Our tongues dance as I explore every inch of her mouth. My hands slide beneath her coat and roam over her voluptuous body. Sliding over her hip, I palm her ass cheek. I grip it firmly and she moans into my mouth. As it vibrates into my mouth, my need for her becomes absolutely fucking feral.

Pulling her from the car, I hastily slide the jacket from her arms and let it fall to the garage floor. My hands roughly rub over her skin, fighting the urge to tear her clothes from her body as I kiss her harder and hold her tight to my body.

“What are you waiting for?” she breathlessly questions through our kiss.

Fuck, firecracker.

Gripping her sweater, I pull it over her head and toss it to the floor beside her coat. When I squeeze my arms around her, I lift, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Fumbling with the clasp of her bra on her back, I continue to claim her mouth.

Chapter Six

AMAYA

Jackson pulls my bra from me as he sets me on the hood of a sports car. Pressing the heels of my boots into the bumper, I arch my back and lift my ass from the hood. I hover just high enough to shimmy my skirt over my hips and around my waist, making it possible to remove my tights.

Canadian winters are fucking cold!

“So fucking eager,” he growls as he grips behind my knees and yanks my ass to the edge of the hood. Without pausing, he grips the crotch of my tights with both hands.

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