Page 72 of Beneath the Hood

“There’s a package here for a Mister Jackson Rhoades.”

My heart skips at Blakely’s voice, a smile spreading across my face. I slide out from under the Cobra, my body shifting into high gear when she comes into focus.

My eyes drink in every inch of her.

“And what a pretty package she is.” I wiggle my brows.

She giggles and strikes a pose.

I stand up, needing to wash the grease from my arms, but pause when I’m about to pass by her.

“Hi.” I smile.

“Hi yourself.” She grins back.

The need to reach out and touch her tightens my stomach. “I wanted to—”

“How are you—” We speak at the same time and her cheeks redden as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

Clearing her throat, she tries again. “You should get over here and say hi to me properly.”

I hold out my oil-stained hands. “You don’t want me touching you right now, princess.Trust.”

“Oh.” Her eyes scan my arms and then glance behind her, peering into the main building.

And then she’s on me.

Her hands grip my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist as she climbs up my body. My arms shoot out to the side, not wanting to get grease stains on her clothes. It doesn’t deter her, she grips me like a vise, her mouth peppering kisses all over my face, before locking our lips together like two perfect pieces of a puzzle.

My stomach lights up like rockets, sparks flying through me. Blood rushes to my groin and I bite back a moan. “Wait.” I break away. “Someone could see.”

She slides down my body, straightening her outfit and glancing behind her again. “You’re right. I just missed you is all.”

My heart thunks against my chest. “Did you?”

She smiles wide. “Duh. Plus, I never got to say goodbye and it... it felt weird after—you know.”

My mouth waters at the memory of her taste. “Do I?” My brow quirks. “You’ll have to refresh my memory.”

“Jackson, be serious,” she admonishes, her lips twitching.

Laughing, I walk over to the sink, scrubbing the oil from my forearms. “So, where’s the package?”

“Oh, I set it on the table over there.” She points to the rows of inventory sitting on floor-to-ceiling metal shelves. The perfect place to hide in plain view.

I dry off my arms and grab her hand. “You’ll have to show me where.”

I weave us through the parts until we hit the shadows, gripping her hips, lifting her up and settling her on top of the table. She gasps, her arms wrapping around my neck as I press myself between her legs. My fingers grip her jaw, forcing her eyes to stay on me. To make sure thatshestays with me.

“Now I can say hi properly.” Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine, my body buzzing from the high of having her in my arms. From the rush of knowing that anyone could come in and catch us. The excitement of doing something so risky makes my cock grow until it’s aching for release.

One of my hands wraps around the back of her head, my fingers tangling in the strands of her hair as I thrust my hips, sliding my hardness against her.

She leans back, her mouth parted like an invitation. “Oh my god, Jackson.”

My palm moves from her jaw and covers her mouth, pressing firmly as her back bows. “Shh. Quiet.”

I lean in, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her throat, forcing her further back until she’s flat against the table. “Fuck,” I rasp against her skin. “You drive mecrazy.”

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