Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
She lifted the bag with a sweet smile. “I figured you could use some dinner.”
My lips tipped up as my eyes swept over her. “Definitely hungry.”
She must have missed my double meaning because she just hummed, “Mm-hmm.”
“You come here to feed me?” I asked with a slow grin, stepping away from the bike.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower for half a second before snapping back up. “That was the general idea.”
Then she licked her lips. Not on purpose, which made it even sexier. Her tongue slipped over that soft lower lip, and the sight hit me straight in the dick. A growl dragged out of my chest before I could stop it, low enough that her eyes widened and the hand holding the takeout bag tightened around the handles.
I crossed to the rolling garage door first and hit the control, keeping my eyes on her as the heavy metal panels rattled down behind me. I went to the side entrance next, slid the lock into place, and felt the air change around us the second the click landed.
Outside the bay, The Pit kept running like usual, but in here, it was just us and the hunger I’d been holding back since I watched her walk away from me that morning.
Saylor swallowed as I turned back toward her. Her lips parted, and she looked away like she could hide the truth from me after letting her eyes crawl over my body a minute ago.
I stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the warmth coming off her body.
Her breath hitched, and I caught her waist and backed her toward the work table, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted and firm enough that she knew I didn’t expect her to. She moved with me, her eyes locked on mine, until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the table.
I took the food out of Saylor’s hands and set it on the workbench beside her without looking away from her face. Whatever she’d brought me smelled good, but I needed her more.
“Food can wait. You’ve been driving me fucking wild all day, baby.”
My hand slid around the back of her neck, my fingers sinking into her hair as I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her hard, swallowing the soft, startled sound that slipped out of her. She melted fast, one hand curling around my biceps while the other landed against my chest, her fingers digging into the cotton like she needed something to hold on to.
I broke from her mouth just enough to drag in air, then hooked my hands under her thighs and lifted her onto the table. She gasped, her skirt riding higher as she landed on the cool metal surface. The sight of her sitting there with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and her legs already parting for me nearly took me to my knees before I made the decision to get there.
I braced my hands on either side of her hips and leaned in close, letting her feel the heat of my breath against her mouth while I looked her over with zero shame. She trembled under that look, and fuck, I liked knowing she felt me before I even put my hands where I wanted them.
“You walk into my bay looking at me like that and expect me to eat dinner first?” I rasped, letting my mouth brush the corner of hers before I lowered it along her jaw. “Not happening. I’ve been thinking about every sweet little sound you made in my bed since I woke up beside you.”
“Levi,” she whispered.
I stepped back just far enough to reach for her skirt, pushing the fabric up over her thighs until it bunched at her waist. Her skin was smooth and warm under my palms, and her panties were a delicate scrap of fabric that had no business standing between me and what I wanted.
I slid one finger beneath the side, tugged once, and tore them off with a snap that made her gasp and clutch the edge of the table.
“Yeah, baby.” I dropped to my knees between her legs while keeping my eyes locked on hers. “That’s the name you use when I’m about to make you forget every other damn thing.”
Her thighs trembled when I pushed them wider, and the sight of her spread open on my work table, wet and already shaking for me, hit harder than any race I’d ever won. My hands curved around her hips, holding her exactly where I wanted her while my mouth hovered close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off her.
I dragged my thumb over the inside of her thigh, slow enough to make her squirm, and smiled when her hips twitched toward me. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me already. You came here with dinner, but this is what you really wanted, wasn’t it? For me to lock that door, put you up on my table, and remind you exactly who you belong to.”