Withdrawing his fingers from me, I bite back the sound of protest itching to break free. Eyes locked with mine, he sucks his fingers clean, and holyshit if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve witnessed yet.
He licks his lips and lets out a low “Mmm” that sends shivers rolling through me. Mischief gleams in his gaze. “Guess you want me to stop, then.”
I practically snarl at him like a feral animal. “I swear, if you do, I’ll kill you.”
A slight crinkling at the outer edges of his eyes is the only indication of his amusement. “Yeah? Well, then you know what you’ve gotta say.” His voice drops to something low and seductive. “Tell me you like me…and not just a little.”
We have a silent standoff while he lightly sweeps his thumbs along my outer lips. I finally grit out the words, “I like you. Okay?”
Without another word, he lowers his head and sucks my clit into his mouth. Batting it with his tongue, he guides two fingers back inside me, pumping in and out before he adds a third finger.
Holyfuck, the way he stretches me feels so good I nearly lose my mind. With his tongue lashing against my sensitive clit and how he hooks his fingers, working me into a frenzy, he quickly obliterates what’s left of my defenses.
My thighs go rigid a second before my entire body quakes. Undeterred by my bucking hips, his tongue, lips, and fingers work me through my orgasm.
The sound of an approaching vehicle breaks through the haze of lust that’s enveloped me. Blooming awareness edges its way in, and I raise my head. “Someone’s coming up the driveway.”
Features stamped with dark, hot need, his words are a husky rasp against my core. “Don’t give a fuck.” He presses kisses along my entrance as if he’s reticent to break contact and mumbles against me, “Can’t get enough of your sweet pussy.”
I’m torn, honestly. Do I want to get caught half-naked on the trunk of a car I’m dismantling for parts? Not exactly on my bucket list, no. But a man who thinks my pussy is world class enough to keep his face buried in it and wanting to give me a tongue bath into oblivion yet again?
No lie, it’s pretty damn tempting.
The car’s engine grows louder the closer it gets, and I ease back from Daniel, holding up a hand in protest. “We’ve got to stop. This is my business, and I’d rather not get caught with my pants down—literally.”
Jesus, what was I even thinking? Mortification rolls through me, and my face flushes hot. I never do shit like this. It’s why I delegate it to a random occurrence on a Friday night, isolated and in a motel room. Certainly never in my goddamn workplace.
Reluctance blankets his movements, but Daniel steps back. I ignore his outstretched hands and slide off the car without assistance.
Rushing to hike up my underwear and jeans before stamping my feet back in my boots, I lace them so fast, one might think I’m competing in some sort of contest.
I smooth a hand over my hair, hoping I don’t look like I’ve been mauled. My eyes catch on his unmistakable arousal pressing against the fabric of his pants, and he tugs at the hem of his untucked shirt to try and cover it.
“Just makin’ it worse the more you look at it.”
I jerk my eyes up only to clash with green ones holding the barest trace of humor. An edginess takes hold of me, and I scramble out of his way to greet the client now parking behind Daniel’s Chevelle and mash a smile on my face.
Hayden steps from his truck and scans Daniel’s car with a frown before ambling toward me with his trademark boyish smile.
“Mornin’, Mac.”
“Morning. What can I do for you today?”
“I was wonderin’ if you had any seventeen-inch rims handy. Buddy of mine needs one.”
“I just might. Let me run back and check for you.”
I can tell the instant Daniel steps into view behind me because a flare of curiosity crosses Hayden’s features. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to interrupt another customer.”
“Not another—”
“It’s fine,” I interrupt Daniel with a sharp, quelling look over my shoulder before returning my attention to Hayden. “He’s all set.”
Daniel edges closer to me and Hayden’s easy smile dims. Oh, for fuck’s sake. “I’ll head back and see what I can find.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Mac.”
“No problem.”
I spin around and raise my brows at Daniel. “You’re all set, Mr. Madrano.”
It appears to take a great effort to draw his eyes off Hayden, but when he does, I almost regret it. Because his razor-sharp stare also holds a blistering heat, lips framed by scruff that abraded my most intimate parts.
Those tense lines bracketing his mouth, however, attest to his resentment at being interrupted. My body might be on the same page, but my brain is grateful for Hayden’s unexpected arrival.
Whatever strange sorcery Daniel Madrano has over me is far too potent and powerful.
I brush past him but hesitate for a split second. With a hushed, only for his ears, “Be nice,” I head out back to find a rim for Hayden and hope like hell Daniel honors my request.
32
DANIEL
“Be nice.”
Nice is overrated. I could’ve had her coming all over my cock if this fucker hadn’t decided to show up.
“Need a rim for your friend, huh?”
He tosses his head, and I’m sure it’s an attempt to flip his annoying-ass blond hair off his face. It only flops right back. Who the fuck cuts their hair like that if it’s constantly going to be in their eyes? Some dumb shit right there. “Yeah.”
A friend. Sure.
Tense silence suspends between us. “What kind of vehicle does your friend have?”
Blondie frowns at me like I’m speaking a foreign language. “What?”
I force myself not to grind my teeth. “What does your friend drive?”
“Oh, uh…” When he shoves his hands in his pockets and shuffles his feet, I want to fucking laugh. Dude can’t tell a lie to save his life. “It’s a…truck like mine.”
A pause hangs between us. “I get it. You like her.”
His face turns bright red, but his jaw tightens. He glances past me, no doubt searching for sight of Mac.
Evidently, he doesn’t spot her because he advances on me, a determined gleam in his eyes. I don’t budge from where I stand, because I’m sure as shit not intimidated by a pretty boy like him.
He draws to a stop in front of me, and I bite back a smirk when he has to nudge his chin up to meet my eyes. I’ve got a few inches of height on him, but I’ve got to give the dude credit. He’s got balls of steel.
“Look, man, I’m not pretendin’ to understand what you’re doin’ here, but it’s clear by your car”—he tips his head, gesturing to where it’s parked—“that trouble follows you. That’s not what Mac needs.”
“And you’re an expert on what she needs?” I challenge. In my face the way he is, I wonder if he can smell her fucking pussy on me. I nearly grin at the thought.
He expels a sigh. “Can you stop with the pissin’ contest already? You know what I mean. She doesn’t need somebody puttin’ her in danger.”