Page 67 of Fighting the Forbidden

The bing-bong of the bell signaling someone has stepped into the garage breaks my concentration. I ignore the intrusion. The other mechanics come in and out all day long. Any customers should go into the front office and find Jerry. No one’s gonna bother me in my corner of the garage.

A pair of pink leather high-top Chucks come into view.

My blood pounds.

Fucking pink sneakers get my heart racing.

Because I know they belong to one girl—Molly. I was with her when she bought them at the beginning of the school year.

I set the wrench on my chest and push myself out from underneath the car.

There she is, standing above me like an angel.

She flashes a shy smile and extends her hand as if to help me off the concrete.

“You think you can really lift me off the floor, Muffin?” I reach up and tickle my fingers against her palm.

“Lift? No. Assist?” She runs her gaze over me, and pink brightens her cheeks. “Maybe.”

Whatever’s making her blush, I like it. I take in her tight gray jeans, neatly cuffed above her sneakers, and her pink, flowery blouse. Somehow, she always looks cute, sexy, and innocent all at once. I grasp her hand but instead of letting her pull me up, I tug her down. The fender digs into my back as I sit up straighter and brace myself against the car. Laughing, Molly falls into my lap, straddling my legs and pressing her palms against my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” She gestures toward the office. “You’re going to get in trouble.”

“No one can see us here.” I thread my fingers into her hair and palm the back of her head, pulling her closer. “I’m happy to see you.” Lower, I add, “Been thinking about you all day.”

“Me too,” she admits. “Couldn’t wait for school to end. I asked Hayden to drop me off.”

“I would’ve picked you up.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” She curls one arm around my neck.

“You did. In the best way.”

“She’s coming back to get me in a bit. I know you have work to do.”

Work’s the last thing on my mind.

I pull her closer. The angle’s awkward as hell and she’s right—we shouldn’t get carried away here. Plus, she’s so clean and pretty while I’m all sweaty and dirty. It’s a crime to rub myself all over her. She takes a deep breath as if she doesn’t plan to come up for air any time soon and the second her soft lips brush against mine, any concerns about my greasy hands on her pristine outfit vanish.

In seconds, she’s melting against me, parting her lips, and I sweep my tongue against hers. She sighs into my mouth as I slide my hand to her hip, my thumb finding the edge of her blouse and sliding it out of my way. Just one touch of her silky skin against my rough fingers—that’s all I’ll steal for now. But the moment I make contact, she squirms and moans. She rolls her hips, grinding herself against me.

And now we have a new problem. My cock’s about to explode out of my coveralls.

Breathing hard, I pull away. “Easy,” I groan. My lips tug into a crooked smile. “Why do you love to get me going in places we can’t finish what we start?”

Innocent eyes blink at me and she squirms out of my lap, crouching on the floor next to me for a second before standing. “I don’t know,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” I stand quickly, dizzy from the lack of blood circulating in the head above my shoulders. “What’s wrong?” I cock my head. “You got an exhibitionist streak I should know about?”

“What?” She stares at me, then a hesitant smile curves her lips. “I don’t know. I guess it feels safer that way sometimes.”

I frown and stare into her eyes. “Molly, what do you mean? You’re always safe with me.”

“Oh, I know that.” She shrugs and shakes her head like she’s trying to find the right words and coming up short. “Just, you know, we can’t go too far if?—”

“Someone might interrupt us?” I glance over my shoulder, but the small, box-shaped waiting room and office attached to the garage seem to be empty. “I promise you, I can control myself. What’d I tell you, anyway? I want a firm, intentional yes from you. When you’re ready.”

I can wait as long as she needs. When we finally get there, it’s going to be amazing. I might be doubting a few of my life choices lately, but not that.

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