Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Of all the wondrous things I’ve learned about this amazing man, I was most excited to learn one thing: When Dillon works on his car, he’s always shirtless.
He cranks something in his engine with a wrench and I get a little light-headed as I watch all of his big sexy back muscles clenching and rippling with the movement.
There are little dots of black on his skin and four dark fingerprints on his six-pack when he absentmindedly touched his stomach while talking to me. If he knew what was going on in my head when that happened, his head would be under my dress rather than under the hood of his car.
We’ve been together for just over a month now and it’s been the best four weeks and three days of my life.
“What is it?” he mumbles to himself.
“Something wrong?”
He turns with a sigh and leans his ass on the car with his hands gripping the frame beside his hips.
My body craves him. Instantly.
Warmth is flowing into me as I stare at the stunning view. Dillon is in his old faded jeans with no belt on, so they’re hanging low on his muscular hips. I can see the top of his pubic hair which means he’s probably not wearing any underwear.
From there it’s all muscle. A perfectly defined six-pack, big strong chest, hard round arms—one tattooed, one au naturel—and that gorgeous face all twisted up in concentration.
The hood is open behind him and we’re in his garage
“Something was pulling last night when I was trying to clip the apex…”
I’m sitting on the stool trying to focus, but it’s hard when he’s looking like that. My mind keeps wandering to other places. Dirty places.
“I think it might be the rear axel, but I checked and…”
He looked pretty good to me last night. He had a race and he finished in first by a lot.
It was so fun. I showed up in Dillon’s car and you’d swear I was a rockstar by the way people were greeting me. Tina was there and she dropped her jaw in shock when she saw me get out of Dillon’s red muscle car and then nearly passed out when he put his arm around my shoulders.
I felt bad that we hadn’t been talking after that night when we got separated, so to make it up to her, I got Dillon to help me place Tina as the flag girl.
She was soooo thrilled. It was fun to watch her and I even saw her flirting with one of the drivers after.
Dillon lands those stunning green eyes on me and sighs. “I’m stumped.”
I flick my hair back and puff out my chest. “Do you know what always helps me when I’m trying to figure something out?”
He crosses his arms as he waits for me to tell him, but my brain gets a little loopy from the view of his jacked arms.
“What was I saying?” I ask as the heat takes over. My body is smoldering for him. I’ve been watching and perving out on him for the past forty-five minutes. The aching between my legs is getting unbearable.
He smiles warmly. “You were going to tell me what helps you when you’re stumped.”
“Oh yeah!” I say brightly. “A break.”
“A break?”
“Yeah! You know…” I hop off the stool and slowly walk toward him, trying to look as sexy as I can. I lick my lips and put an extra bit of sway into my hips. “A nice break to get your mind off the problem. Have some fun while your brain works in the background.”
His eyes fill with hunger as he looks me up and down. “A break would be good,” he says in a deep throaty voice. “What should we do on this… break?”
I nibble my bottom lip as I shrug innocently.
I’ve got him now. He looks as turned on as me as I look up at the ceiling like I’m thinking of something. “Ummm…”
I can feel his eyes ravaging me. My nipples get instantly hard as his ravenous eyes drink my chest in. I’m wearing a baby doll dress with a purple and pink floral print. It’s his favorite.
“We could… play Scrabble,” I toss out with a sexy grin.
He shakes his head. “Try again.”
“Monopoly?”
“Nope.”
“Twister?”
“You’re getting closer.”
I smile with my cheeks heating up. “Maybe I was wrong,” I say as I lean over the engine beside him. “Maybe you should get back to work.”
He stands up and steps behind me. I gasp when I feel his strong hands slide under my dress and grip my hips. His fingertips dig into my skin and it makes my pussy pulse with heat.
He growls under his breath when he discovers I’m not wearing any underwear. I took them off in the car before I came in, knowing this moment would come. Plus, I don’t want him to steal any more of my panties. I never seem to get them back.