Page 41 of The Millionaire's Mechanic

“Absolutely sure,” he said, wiping his hand on his pants.

Hands on her hips, the cocky mechanic emerged from her normally diffident shell. “Really? Because I’m going to test you for that.”

He muscled the door closed, kicking the small bit of snow that had fallen inside. “How?”

Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up and pulled the collar of his shirt, drawing him down. Her kiss was soft and sensual. Then her little tongue licked at the seam of his lips.

Instantly aroused, he pulled her against him, his tongue stroking with hers to tease and taste. He lost a few minutes of rational thought, half wishing it weren’t so damn cold in the garage so he could strip her down and take her then and there. Every cell in his body was screaming for it.

Long, searing moments passed before he came up for air, staring down at Georgia. That was when he knew, the quiet awareness filling his chest. His life had irrevocably changed.

Then she winked at him. “Yeah, just fumes.”

Her eyes alight with deviltry, she turned around, rubbing her bottom against him suggestively before sauntering back to the generator. “Maybe we can run the heat for a short while tonight.”

The exaggerated wiggle in her hips was meant to be funny, but it short-circuited his brain. Walking fast, he snatched her up from behind, swinging her up so quickly she squealed in shocked surprise.

“The fucking generator can wait. I’m hot enough.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

Rainer stripped off her clothes with a brutal efficiency she didn’t think he possessed. Once she was completely bare, he yanked off his clothes so fast that she heard a seam pop.

Georgia landed on her back on the bed, gasping when his hard, muscled length covered her. The coolness of the room was nothing compared to his heat.

One long, hot kiss and she was as turned-on as he was, moaning as her skin soaked up the feel of him. His touch, his skin, soft and hard at the same time, like a satin-covered stone that was warm and pliable. Arching like a cat to prolong the contact, she shuddered as his mouth moved down the side of her neck.

He pinned her arms against the bed, pressing the back of her hand against the mattress, right over one of the free ends of the climbing rope.

Rainer’s head pulled back, giving the rope a considering glance.

“It’s okay if you want to tie me up,” she whispered, letting her body go lax. “I don’t mind.”

The length of the rope meant she was never really restricted to the bed. If he wanted, or needed, her to be restrained so he wouldn’t ever doubt her, that was fine with her. Even in this, when she was literally at her most vulnerable, she would give him more. Georgia would give Rainer everything.

And it seemed he understood that. His grip tightened on her skin, his gaze so hot his eyes seemed lit from within. A shudder passed through him. Wordless, he began to tie her wrists, taking the same care to leave them comfortable but secure.

His hands passed over her, starting at her shoulders and stroking down the inside of her arms and waist as his mouth took one of the straining buds of her breasts and began to lick and suck.

Greedy for him, Georgia wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to push down the waistband of his sweatpants, which he was still wearing. She had worked them to his knees before he reared back and finished tearing them off himself.

He covered her, his already hard length seeking her softness, his heat a brand.

Georgia whimpered as he began to slide his cock over her wet folds. The teasing friction sent little shockwaves through her. But he didn’t slide into her.

Rainer shifted down, his lips enclosing her clit. Georgia jerked, but she didn’t try to move away. If she trusted him enough to let him bind her, to give herself so totally, then she could give him this intimacy as well. No more holding back.

Rainer put his hands under her thighs, pulling her closer so he could indulge. His lips moved over the delicate flesh, kissing and licking gently at first. But his tempo increased, drawing on her clit, his tongue penetrating her rhythmically until she was trembling, her legs shaking as she wrapped them around his back. Moaning aloud, she melted into the bed even as her mind splintered, all thought and reason burning away in the conflagration of her orgasm.

There was the sound of tearing before Rainer slid a condom on. She opened her eyes, reaching up to stroke the carved planes of his face. One of his hands gripped her thigh as he adjusted her lax legs, opening her fully.

“Do you want my cock inside you baby?” His voice was low and rough enough to send a frisson down her spine.

“Yes.”

“Good.” The tip of his sheathed cock pressed against her entrance. “Tell me how much,” he ordered, continuing to tease her by sliding and rubbing, stoking the flames. It left her hungry, the muscles in her sheath clenching, aching for his possession.

“More than anything,” she breathed, her heart hammering at the naked admission, the way he continued to strip her down to the heart. “I want you more than anything.”

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