Page 21 of The Mechanic's Virgin

“So you’re a charmer, you fix cars,andyou cook?” I ask, walking over to him. “Is there anything you don’t do?”

Nash chuckles, wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close. I fit just right, like two pieces of a two-piece puzzle. “Don’t forget that I make you come a ton,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shiver through my body.

“How could I forget that?” I ask. He smirks as I look up at him. “You know, you’re nothing like what most girls would expect when they look at you,”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks. “And what do you think they’d expect?”

I shrug. “Someone…rougher, I guess? A barbarian who only eats pizza and drinks beer in front of the TV?”

Nash laughs and kisses me. “Oh, I’m rough, baby. But only in the wayyoulike it.”

I giggle and bury my face in his chest. His scent is like a drug to me. I can feel myself getting wet again already. How am I going to exist around this man and ever keep my clothes on?

“You look good in my shirt, by the way,” he says.

“You meanmyshirt?” I tease.

He shrugs, as if surrendering. “Be my guest.” He points to the hem and my bare thighs. “Easier access for me anyway.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I blush.

He gives the eggs a last scramble with his spatula, then flips them onto our plates. He’s dishing out the bacon when the smoke alarm goes off. He curses and rushes over to the toaster and thumbs up two pieces of toast that are absolutely burnt to a crisp.

“Totally forgot about those,” he laughs, racing over to shut off the smoke alarm. He easily reaches up and presses the button, reminding me of just how tall he is. I’d have to stand on a chair to do what he just did so casually. “Remembering not to burn your toast is harder than remembering how to change the timing belt on a Ford.”

“Ah, yes.” I nod, removing the burnt pieces and replacing them with two slices of bread. “Good ol’ timing belt on a Ford…”

We both laugh. I have no idea what I’m talking about. But I like that I don’t. I like the fact that Nash is an expert at something that I’m not even an amateur at.

The new slices of toast finish as he pours us both glasses of orange juice. We take the plates to his tiny kitchen table and sit so close our knees are just about touching. My heart flutters like butterfly wings as he slips a hand onto my thigh and squeezes, completely distracting me from the food he cooked–which is delicious.

He watches me the whole time. There’s a hunger in his eyes, but it’s not for breakfast. It’s for me. As I take my last bite, he leans back, his eyes focused like he’s unable to look away from me.

“So,” he says slowly. “Do you think you’re pregnant yet?”

My fork clatters to my plate, and I almost spit out my orange juice. He grins back at me like the naughty, wicked man he is.

“Nash!”

“What?” he laughs, leaning forward and taking my hand in his. “You don’t like that idea?”

My face is on fire. My skin tingles from head to toe. “I–I didn’t say that.”

He gently strokes the back of my hand with his thumb, keeping his eyes on mine. It’s like looking into my future. “You belong to me now, Grace. You know I can never let you go. So why not go all the way with me? Why not make sure the whole world knows you’re mine?”

I can’t help but smile. “You know what’s funny? I was actually just thinking about this upstairs.” I scoot my chair closer and place his hand on my belly. “Like…what ifthere’s a little baby growing in there? Yours and mine? How incredible would that be?”

He nods, his eyes blazing. “I want to see your belly all curvy, Grace. Getting rounder every day as my kid grows inside you. I want to see your tits get bigger–”

I laugh and shake from side to side, causing my boobs to jiggle under his T-shirt.

“What? They’re not big enough for you?”

Nash laughs. “They’reperfect, Grace. Everything about you is perfect.”

My cheeks are burning up. For some reason, I’m still slightly nervous around him, and I start to look away at the ground, but Nash doesn’t let me. He lifts my chin and moves right in for a kiss.

I let my lips fall open to accept his passionate ownership. His hands slip under the shirt I stole from him and cups my ass, lifting me up and onto his lap with such ease. His strength is such a turn-on. I love how easily he can pick me up.

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