Page 30 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

The mattress shook a little as she laughed. A hand reached out, resting on his bicep. “The lodge construction is very sturdy, and the snow will melt. And at least now, I’m going to have a story to tell my girls when I get back. This is probably the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me—please don’t point out how sad that is.”

Rainer smiled, tempted to gather her up in his arms, but he was determined to stay a gentleman.

“Actually, this may be the most exciting thing to happen to me, too,” he said, deciding the incident last year didn’t qualify as ‘exciting’.More like fucked up and demoralizing.

Georgia rolled, turning to face him. She held out a hand. “Well, here’s to adventures with new friends.”

Charmed to his toes, Rainer reached out to clasp the offered hand. “To new friends.”

And maybe more someday.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

He woke up in the middle of the night to find Georgia burrowing into him. The room was freezing. The fire had gone out, a few embers all that was left of the blaze that had been burning when he’d dropped off to sleep.

Groggily, he got up and added more logs, carefully replacing the screen before hightailing it back to the bed.

He pulled the covers back over him, tugging Georgia’s lax body against his chest and curling around her. She made one of those cute sleepy sounds and wiggled backward, instinctively trying to get closer to his body heat.

Damn. Her rounded tush was rubbing against the front of his sweatpants. Gritting his teeth, he tried to think of anything else—baseball stats, stock market figures—anything to keep from getting hard.

But it was hopeless. Georgia kept wiggling, shooting shotgun-sized holes in his self-control.

Then she turned around. Her eyes opened, and she smiled at him dreamily. Reaching up, she put her hand on the back of his neck even as her lashes fluttered shut.

“Georgia, are you awake?”

“Hmm?” The pads of her fingers stroked his neck.

“I need you to be awake so you can tell me it’s okay to kiss you.”

There was a pause as she froze in his arms. Her lashes fluttered open. Oh yeah, she was wide awake now.Good.

“And after I kiss you, I’m going to fuck you—a long, hard fuck. Is that all right?”

Her hand spasmed against the back of his neck, gripping him a little tighter.

Rainer grinned. “You know it’s too dark for me to see your face, so I’m going to need a nod or verbal consent.”

He waited, holding his breath. Then, there was a tiniest of head movements, followed by a definitive and eager nod. Several of them.

“Thank you, God,” he muttered, bending his head to take her mouth.

Her lips were as soft as he had imagined. Plush and delicate. Rainer felt the urge to bite them, a feral impulse he’d never experienced with anyone else. Teasing those lips apart was one of the greatest experiences of his life.

And still, that didn’t compare to her taste. Her lips parted under his questing tongue, and her essence hit him full force—pure ambrosia. Sweet but with a hint of something more, some nameless spice he was instantly addicted to.

The cold was quickly forgotten as he stripped out of his thick layers, his blood pumping so hot he could heat the whole damn room. He was naked before she was. Georgia had just worked off her top layer when he remembered all the condoms were in the bedroom.

“Shit. I’ll be right back.” He got up and ran out of the room without pulling any of his clothes back on.

That was a mistake. The rest of the house was so fucking cold that it felt like he was going to freeze his balls off. He ran faster, stumbling in the dark of his room on nothing at all. Picking himself up off the floor, he rounded the bed and found the box of condoms his people packed in every suitcase.

He hadn’t needed them in over a year, but he hadn’t had the heart to tell them that. Well, his self-imposed drought was over. He planned to feast.

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Georgia had woken up plastered against Rainer’s long body. Even covered in warm layers, he’d been so hard and muscular, like a living statue. She almost died a thousand deaths when she realized she was stroking him, and probably had been for some time.

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