Page 21 of Trouble
Maddox closed the distance between us and stepped into the gap between my legs. If I’d wanted to, I could have trapped him. “Why would I do that? I want us to work on it together.”
He traced a finger down the line of my jaw. I relaxed my arms as lust flickered at my groin. If he kept going like this, we were never going to get any work done.
“And is that all you want?” I teased.
Without another word, he bent towards me and met my lips. The kiss was softer, more tender than before, less hurried. I wound my fingers into his hair and kissed him back.
He still wanted me.
As soon as it had begun, it was over. Maddox abruptly pulled away and moved to the other side of the desk, behind me, muttering under his breath.
I twisted around. “Why did you stop?”
“We’ve got work to do,” he growled. “Come with me.”
Maddox stalked across the garage and made his way to the wall pegs. Several jackets and sweatshirts were hung up, as well as a couple of sets of coveralls. He pulled down a navy blue set and tossed it towards me.
“Put these on,” he commanded.
I held up the item and examined them. They were enormous, with zippers up the front. Clearly they were built for a burly garage worker, not a size eight girl withassets. “You’re kidding. I can’t work in these, they’re way too big.”
“You can’t work looking like that, Lyla.” He waved a finger up and down in the air as he pointed to my current attire. “I can’t do it. You’re too much of a distraction.”
“Really? Little old me? A distraction?” I pirouetted in front of him, making sure to wiggle my ass as I twirled.
“Stop it.” He crossed his arms over his chest, clad in a similar set of coveralls to the ones he’d handed me. I checked him out, seeing how his buttons were undone to his waist, his own wife beater stretched taut over his chest.
“And you’re not distracting?” I huffed.
“Lyla,” he warned.
He wasn’t completely resolute yet. I knew his body language from watching him all these years. When he started to rock on his heels, I sighed. There it was.
“Fine.”
Reluctantly, I pulled on the jumpsuit—God, I hope it had been laundered recently—meant to cover every last bit of my skin. I was right, I swam in it. If I got the material trapped in the engine, I’d likely be a goner.
“Seriously, Maddox?” I flapped about like a drowning puppy.
“Come here.” He rolled his eyes as I moved towards him.
Offering up my arms, I watched while he turned back the sleeves to a more manageable length. Then he squatted in front of me to do the same to the legs, so I wouldn’t trip. When he looked up at me, he groaned. “Shit. It didn’t work. You’re still hot as hell, Lyla.”
I reached down and tilted his chin, forcing him to look directly up at me. His green eyes were dark and hooded. “Have I told you how sexy you are when you’re annoyed at me?”
With a growl, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to his level before kissing me again, this time harder.
“Seriously, how are we ever going to get any work done?” he murmured, as he finally drew back. “Come on, let’s get started.”
We worked for hours, checking out the state of the car, methodically going over every inch of it. Maddox had me writing down the list of parts we’d need, occasionally letting me check something. Even though I knew pretty much everything he was telling me, I complied. The list was growing longer and longer. I wondered how quickly we’d be able to get the stock in. Hopefully Maddox knew some suppliers who would cut us a good deal.
After a while, Maddox wiped his forehead. “Let’s take a break. We should probably get some food.”
It had been a long time since breakfast, and I’d worked up a decent appetite—although maybe not for food. “Let me put this in the office and I can pop out for something.”
As I put the clipboard down on the desk, strong arms enveloped me from behind, trapping mine against my sides. I wriggled against him.
“Have I told you, you looked fucking sexy in those coveralls? You’re irresistible.”
