Page 15 of Saved By The Mechanic

“I ran away from home this morning,” I tell Ray. “I was in my bedroom when I noticed his car pull up in the driveway. I figured he must’ve forgotten something because he left the car running and ran into the house, and . . . I didn’t think. I just grabbed my purse, phone, and the closest shoes I could find, ran out, got into the car, and drove off.”

I can still feel how hard my heart was hammering in my chest. I almost crashed the car when I saw Jonah standing on the front porch with his hands in his pockets, watching me drive off. The look on his face was bone-chilling and promised to punish me when he caught up with me.

“Why do you believe I can’t protect you from him?”

“He . . . Jonah is a bad man. He will do anything to get what he wants.”

“And he wants you,” Ray says, nudging my legs apart and stepping between them. I suck in a sharp breath when I feel the press of his hardening shaft against my inner thigh, but it’s his intense eyes that steal all the air from my lungs. His eyes look hungry, heated, and hard all at once. “I see why he would want you. You’re beautiful, Penny.” He traces the back of his hand over my cheeks and down to my collar, parting the shirt with his strong fingers.

“Ray,” I whimper, leaning into his touch, and I realize that I can’t breathe.

“I’m not a good man either, angel. The things I want to do to you are downright dirty,” he rasps, wrapping his hand around my waist and yanking me closer to him, pushing his erectionhard against my thigh. My breath catches in my throat when the tip of his erection brushes my naked sex, the friction sending a storm of heat licking up my spine. “I want you to know that I am willing to do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine . . . And make no mistake, Penny. You are mine. I want you. Tell me you want me too.”

“I . . . I want you too,” I whisper, my fingers curling in his T-shirt and rocking gently against his erection, any shred of dignity I had a thing of the past. Christ, I want him. He makes me feel safe, and above all, comfortable enough to express my desires.

His face is close to mine, and I get the overwhelming urge to lean in and kiss him. To press my lips against his hard ones until we’re breathing the same air, until his heart is beating in tune with mine.

“We shouldn’t baby,” he says, his Adam’s apple bobbing wildly when his eyes drop to my lips. “After what happened today, we need to be careful. I won’t hurt you again.”

“You didn’t—”

“I was careless.”

“And you gave me a choice, multiple chances to back out, and I didn’t.” I stare at him pleadingly. Scooting closer even so there is barely any space between us, I beg, “Please don’t taint such a precious moment with regret. I wanted to be with you. Iwantto be with you now.”

Please!

I expect him to deny me.

I’m scared that he will, but he doesn’t.

Ray slides his hand under the shirt, up my thigh, and to my back, gripping my butt cheeks in his massive palms and sendinga wet rush of heat between my thighs, causing the sensitive nub between my leg to throb.

Need grows in me as I rock my hips, working my sex over his erection like I’m in heat, and maybe I am. I don’t want to wait. I can’t handle any more teasing from this man. At this point, even his deep voice tortures me.

Unlike the first time, I don’t wait for him to kiss me. I don’t want him to overthink this moment, not when I am burning with the need for his touch.

With a desperate whimper, I surge forward and kiss him, offering my lips for him to take me. And he does.

Ray brings his left hand to my nape and combs his long fingers into my hair before grabbing a fistful and tugs hard. I gasp at the move, causing him to deepen the kiss. The stroke of his tongue against mine is intimate. It’s so erotic and hungry. His need matches mine.

I bury my fingers in his shirt, pulling at the material as he works his mouth hotly over mine. I rock hard against his erection, crying out when he brings his free hand to my tit and kneads it firmly. “You’re mine,” he rasps against my lips. “I will do everything it takes to protect you.”

My head spins when his lips leave mine, but I haven’t had enough. A deep, guttural noise leaves his mouth when I lean up and kiss his neck, tonguing his Adam’s apple while I run my fingers over his tattooed arms to the muscles of his shoulders.

“Need it,” I whimper, the place between my legs pulsing wildly and begging for relief.

“Fuck, baby, you’re trembling,” he breathes, dipping his hand between my legs and letting out a pained sound when hefinds my sex slick with arousal. “And wet too. You’re practically dripping all over my kitchen counter.”

“Hmm,” I hum dazedly. “Want you.”

“Fuck!” he curses out, drawing his hands away from my body and dragging me off the counter before he spins me around so his front is pressed against my back. “You want me to eat this pussy like I did back at the garage, don’t you?”

God, yes!

“Please.”

I feel him drop to his knees behind me and pushing my legs apart. He presses a hand to my back, pressing me down against the counter until I’m arching my back. There is barely any warning before I feel the wet press of his tongue against my trembling sex. I cry out and drop my head forward, as pleasure shoots up my spine. My knees nearly buckle when his finger enters me. It’s uncomfortable at first, but the feeling is quickly overridden by the pleasure that rocks me when he rubs the tip of his tongue over my clit.

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