Page 6 of Saved By The Mechanic

Something is happening to me, and I am too weak to resist. With the way Ray is watching me with those ocean-blue eyes, I know he can see it too.

Chapter Three

Ray

I watch in amazement as the flush on her neck and cheeks deepens and her pupils grow dilated the longer I stare into her eyes. Christ above, she’s beautiful. Quite frankly, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, and she has me in a chokehold. I can’t move away from her to save my life. Not that I want to.

“Penny,” I rasp, brushing the back of my hand over a flushed cheek, and her lips part as her glassy eyes stay locked on mine. “Tell me, angel. Who is it you are you running from?”

She blinks owlishly at me, shaking her head. “No one.”

“I can protect you.” I protect what’s mine, and this girl is exactly that, mine. Penny became mine the second she set foot in my garage with her sexy stilettos and little dress I am seconds away from tearing off her body.

Everything in me demands that I take her.

Bury myself inside of her and claim her. Get her pregnant.

Make her mine!

“Ray,” she whimpers when I slide my arm around her waist and pull her flush against me. The press of her tits againstmy chest has my cock thickening in my coveralls. I have to bite back a hiss.

She wets her lips when I lean closer, but I don’t kiss her, no matter how hard I ache with the need to do just that. “Tell me. I’ll protect you,” I say again, my voice thick with need. I just have to get over this small hurdle. I need to know what it is I am dealing with.

Is it the law?

If she is running from the law, I will do all it takes to save her. Whatever it is she is running from is no match for a determined man such as myself. “Penny!”

“Not from him,” she whispers, her breathing growing shallow when I tighten the hold around her waist. “You can’t protect me from him. No one can.”

So not the law.

“Is he your boyfriend, the man you are running from?”

Something sour settles in my mouth at the thought of this girl running from a lover. The thought of someone else touching her—kissing her—has my throat clogging with jealousy.

“He is not my boyfriend!” she hisses vehemently, and for the first time, I read anger in her eyes before she quickly looks away. “He is nothing to me. When I get out of here and start a new life in another city, he will be no more than a stranger to me.”

“Penny,” I say deeply, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes to mine, the fire in her eyes sending an ache straight to my balls. She looks so fucking gorgeous, I just want to kiss the pout off her mouth and give her what we both want, but I hold back my desire. Or at least I try. “You can trust me. I know we just met, but you can sense that, can’t you?”

It’s on the tip of her tongue to dispute my words. I can read it in her eyes as she stares at me, but then something else flashes in her expression as her eyes drop to my lips and . . . linger.

Oh, this is a bad idea.

I know better than to give into my desires in a space where any one of the four people who work for me could walk in on us at any moment, and yet, that doesn’t seem to hold either one of us back.

I don’t know who moves first, but the next thing I know, my mouth is pressing hotly over hers. Fuck, I can taste the sweetness of her lips, whether it’s the cinnamon rolls I caught her eating earlier or simply her natural taste, I find that I can’t get enough of it.

More, is all I can think as I plunder her lips with mine, sinking my tongue deeper into that sexy little mouth and swallowing her whimpers as she awkwardly kisses me back, almost as if this is her first kiss.

As if no other man has had the pleasure of tasting this sexy little mouth or touching her perfect body. The little sounds she makes at the back of her throat . . .

Am I the first man who’s heard them?

That can’t be right. Surely someone as beautiful as this girl must have guys fighting for her attention. I can’t possibly be the first person to have had the pleasure of holding this girl, but I will be the last.

Mine!

The word echoes through my system as I angle my head to deepen the kiss. There is a need in me to possess every inch of this girl, push up her small dress, tear down her panties, andplow my cock deep into her pussy until all of Rosewood hears her pleasured cries.

---