Page 42 of Finding You

“Naturally.”

“Naturally,” he agreed, “but once I saw you, I couldn’t see anything else.”

She sighed and reached up and put her hand on his chest. “Devin…”

He took her hand in his and kissed her palm. “Would it be wrong if I admitted to having a fantasy or two about you and this car?”

A quick laugh was her immediate response. “I hope I’m the main star of them!” she teased.

“Definitely.” This was something he was coming to love about her–their bantering. The teasing. The way she made everything seem lighter. “Let’s just say it involves you in the same position I found you in.”

MacKenzie’s eyes went wide as his words registered. She looked around the garage before returning her gaze to him. “Hmm…it would seem as if we are alone here.”

Devin swallowed hard and nodded. Was she seriously saying what he thought she was saying?

“And no one can see into the garage…”

Another nod.

Taking her hand back, MacKenzie let it travel over his chest before making its way up to curve around his shoulder and bicep. “And the doors are all locked up…”

She was killing him. Afraid to say anything to break the spell or ruin the moment, Devin simply let her take the lead.

“If memory serves,” she began in a sultry tone, “the hood was down like this.” Sliding off the hood, she turned around and placed her hands on the car. “And I was bent over it.” Looking over her shoulder, she got into the position. “Do I have that right?”

In her current position, her denim-clad bottom was pressed snugly against the raging hard-on he’d had all afternoon.

“Devin?”

He nodded.

She grinned. “I don’t know…somehow I think…maybe this won’t work.”

Wait…what? He was just about to say it was okay–that they didn’t have to do this. That it was just a silly fantasy - albeit a hot and sexy one–when MacKenzie straightened and whipped her t-shirt up and over her head.

Devin’s heart kicked hard in his chest.

“What do you think?” she said, her voice going a little husky. “Will this work?”

Although he had a feeling he was coming off as being a complete moron, all he could do was nod again.

Her grin broadened. “Well…I suppose it could. But wouldn’t it be better if I did this?” And then she shimmied out of her jeans, kicking her shoes aside. Standing in front of him in nothing but two scraps of white lace, she winked and turned to bend back over the hood of the car.

Devin looked down at his hands. They were dirty from the engine work he’d done earlier. And yet the thought of placing his hands on her silky skin–the pristine white lace–took his arousal up another notch.

MacKenzie looked over her shoulder and saw him looking at his hands. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I kind of like them like that.”

It was like waving the red flag in front of the bull.

“Be sure,” he said lowly, almost in a growl.

Her response was to wink before adding, “Bring it.”

Whipping his own shirt over his head, Devin reached down and spun MacKenzie around to face him before capturing her lips in a savage kiss. For hours he’d been waiting to taste her again and it had felt like days. She met him kiss for kiss and it turned into a damn-near frenzy. He lifted her and placed her back on top of the hood before doing his best to lay her down on it.

His hands guided her back as he continued to kiss her. When her legs wrapped around him, he wondered if he was so far gone that he was about to embarrass himself. He broke their kiss and quickly straightened. With his eyes locked on hers, he warned her, “I’m already close.”

“Me too,” she panted. “Hurry.”

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