Page 10 of The Mechanic's Virgin

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GRACE

The tripback to Nash’s garage is a blur. A hypnotic haze of tingling sensation, my entire body flush with excitement.

One minute I’m lying in the back seat of his truck, floating in a blissful cloud of orgasmic bliss, and the next I’m being carried into his apartment like I’m something delicate and precious. Like I belong to him.

And I do.

God help me, I know it now. I’m his.

His apartment smells like him–oil and iron, grease and steel, and the sweat of a hard-worked day. It’s dark as he carries me in and sets me down on his bed. I hear the sound of a chain being pulled, and a lamp lights up beside me, illuminating his severely handsome face.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, princess?” he whispers, his eyes devouring every inch of me. He looks hungry, like he’s starving and I’m the only meal he’ll eat.

I shake my head. “I–I don’t know…”

I can’t think. I can barely breathe. All I know is I want him.

I want himnow.

Nash tugs my shorts off and tosses them aside. He spreads my legs wide and kneels between them like he’s staking claim to his territory.

He’sso big. From this angle, with this lighting, he’s even broader and rougher. I notice a small scar near his jaw–maybe from a fight? I don’t know.

What I do know is that when he looks at me, it’s like I’m the only thing on earth that matters.

“You look so pristine in my grungy apartment,” he says, wrapping his hand around my throat–not hard but just enough to let me know he owns me. “So innocent and open for me.”

My mind’s still fuzzy from how he pleasured me with his mouth, but his words cause me to squirm on the bed beneath him. My thighs squeeze together involuntarily, but he forces them apart again.

“No, princess. No hiding from me.”

I nod as a smile twists over my lips. He leans down and gently flicks his tongue against my neck. “Are you ready for me to make you mine?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

I wasn’t even ready to admit it, but the word slipped out, as if my body knew what I wanted to say before my brain did. But as I speak, I realize I’m done pretending. Done being afraid of wanting this man I just met.

Nash.

I want every bit of him: his mouth, his tongue, his hands, his…everything.

He grins down at me like a man who’s won something he never though he’d deserve. Then he yanks my panties down, leaving me fully exposed.

“Fuck. Still so wet for me.”

His mouth moves straight to my center, and I have to grab hold of the edge of the bed with both hands as his lipsclose around my button, still sensitive from what he did to me moments ago. His tongue circles and swirls over my most tender of places like he was born to do this.

“Nash…” I manage to somehow moan as he causes my insides to spark with an electric thrill. My head falls back, and I can’t stop my hips from grinding themselves against his strong jaw and soft tongue.

He growls, sending a vibration straight through my clit and into my core. That’s it. It’s already happening.Again.

“Nash!” I cry out as my orgasm rears its head.

“You can scream here, princess,” he says. “You’re safe here. Let it out.”

I’mright there, and he doesn’t stop.

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