Page 22 of Falling for the Mechanic
I savor the taste of her, the softness of her lips, like I hadn’t gotten a single chance to truly memorize it before.
She melts against me, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders, her fingers tangling in the fabric of my undershirt. A breathy, helpless moan escapes her, a sound that goes straight to my cock.
One little noise is going to be the start of my undoing?
When I finally pull back, we’re both breathing heavily.
“Chelsea…” Groaning her name, I sigh against her lips as I fight not to kiss her again. The battle is lost before it even begins. “Please put me out of my misery. I’m starving.”
“It’s okay,” she breathes, the words a soft permission that shatters the last of my control.
My mouth crashes back onto hers, and this time, my hands don’t stay still. They slide from her jaw, down the column of her throat, over the delicate slope of her shoulder. My palm splays across her rib cage, feeling the frantic flutter of her heart beneath my touch.
It’s just the beginning. I plan on worshipping every single inch of her in the days to come, learning the map of her body by heart. It’ll be easier without all these clothes on.
A small, nervous sound catches in her throat.
“Someone could see,” she whispers against my lips, her eyes darting toward the wilderness surrounding us.
“This is my place,” I murmur, my voice a low promise. I kiss the worry from her mouth. “No one comes up here. I wouldn’t let anyone get an eyeful of you.”
Gently, I pull her forward until she’s perched on the very edge of the truck seat, her body flush against mine. I duck my head, my lips leaving a trail of fire along her jaw, then down the sensitive cord of her neck.
She shudders in my arms, a full-body tremor that nearly undoes me.
“I’ll stop,” I growl into her skin, my own body screaming in protest at the thought. “Just say the word. Tell me you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” she confesses, her voice so quiet I have to strain to hear it, like she’s sharing a secret just for me. She shivers again, her fingers digging into my arms. “I’m…turned on.”
A wolfish grin spreads across my face, a surge of pure satisfaction roaring through me. I lean back, just enough to see the blush staining her cheeks, the dark desire in her eyes.
“Good,” I say, my voice rough with my own need. “That is something I can take care of.”
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Chelsea
The world has narrowed to nothing but pure, white-hot sensation. Everything else—the mountain, the truck, the distant view—has simply ceased to exist. There is only the feel of his strong hands gripping my thighs, holding me open for him, and the devastating, perfect pressure of his mouth on me.
Oh my. Oh myGod.
My head falls back and my elbow hits the center console, but I hardly notice the tingle that shoots up my arm. A broken moan tears from my throat as his tongue finds a rhythm that threatens to cause my pleasure to crash over my limit. My fingers fist in his hair, not to push him away, but to hold him in place so this won’t ever end.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Not even close. It’s like every nerve ending in my body has gathered right where his mouth is working, building a pressure so intense, I think I might simply fall apart into a thousand pieces.
Will he be there to pick them up once he causes such damage?
Each flick of his tongue tells me that’s his goal, each soft suck a tremor that rocks through my entire being.
Thank goodness no one can see us, because I have no control over the sounds he’s pulling from me. Moans roll off my tongue, breathy and constant. I’m babbling his name, like it’s the only word I know.
“Cameron…please…”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More? Release? I just know that I’m completely at his mercy, lost in a current of feeling so powerful it steals my breath and my thoughts.
If this is what it means to be devoured, then I am willingly, happily, letting him consume me whole.
Cameron doesn’t pull back until his jaw is slick, and I’m clinging onto thin strings. Like he’s in a daze, he licks my juices from his lips and hums in satisfaction like I’m the best thing that’s touched his taste buds.
