Page 14 of Crash
He could probably post a ‘help wanted’ sign in the window and ask around town if anyone was looking for work the next time he went into town. The busy season would be over in a few months, then he could pretty much handle the rest of the year alone.
His thoughts drifted to the woman temporarily residing just above his head.
She was a temptress. The worst part was that she had no idea.
The moment she’d looked up at him through her dusty car window, her dark brown eyes, magnified by the grime, locked onto his, and he knew he was in trouble. Her red-rimmed eyes, swollen and puffy from crying, combined with her tear-stained face, tugged at the dark corners of his heart. A deep-seated, overwhelming need to protect her seized him, overriding all other rational thoughts. It was jarring and disorienting. He hated it.
Her soulful eyes trapped him, held him in his place, making the breath catch in his lungs.
Is my heart racing?
She looked so magnificent with the fading rays of the sun streaming through the dark strands of her hair. He was gripped with an urge to find out if her hair was as soft as it looked.
Is she soft everywhere?
He wondered what brought her to Willowbrook. There was not much to this side of town. It was mostly quiet with some mom-and-pop shops. The trendier part of town most people frequented was on the opposite end, closer to the city, which is now known for its up-and-coming hipster bars and shops. That was the side of town Griffin avoided at all costs. If he ever needed to get anything, he’d send Delilah, who loved to spend her day and his hard-earned money picking up supplies.
The entire trip into town was agonizing. He concentrated on thoughts of his deadbeat father to avoid his body reacting to the temptress in his truck. His breaths were shallow as he tried not to inhale her intoxicating vanilla scent. A scent which was both tantalizing and torturous.
Known as the town grump, Griffin admitted he was rougher with her than others to mask his discomfiting reaction to her.
He’d never been so affected by the merepresence of another person before. Even with his last relationship, he’d never had the urge to rip off her clothes and have his way with her on the side of the road. It took a great deal of effort and thoughts of his delinquent parents to keep his cock from rising to the challenge.
After dropping her off, he’d hightailed it into his bathroom and jerked off in the shower. He’d come to thoughts of her on her knees, looking up at him through those dark lashes on the side of the road, her face tear-stained from choking on his cock as he fed it to her hungry mouth until he spilled himself down her throat. A dangerous fantasy he never knew existed until he met her.
He’d gone to bed slightly satisfied and fought off the urge to beat off again in bed as the thought of her sleeping just mere feet from him tried to invade his mind. He’d fallen asleep with a semi and woken up to a raging hard-on which was impossible to ignore.
The loud alarm yanked him out of his dreams just as he was about to plunge his aching cock into her willing pussy. He’d nearly ripped the alarm out of the wall and thrown it across the room for its rude awakening.
Fuck. He should not be this fixated on a stranger. His cock wouldn’t listen, even as he’d gripped it under the covers. Another cold shower failed to calm his libido. Instead, his mind conjured up how her brown eyes looked, wide and innocent, as she’d looked up at him last evening.
When he’d knocked on her door later that morning, he knew the universe was working against him. He was not prepared to see her barely dressed and her long legs on display. The shirt she’d been wearing was barely long enough to reach her upper thighs. All she needed to do was bend over a little, and he’d glimpse her panties. If she even wore panties.
It took a Herculean amount of effort not to shove her against the wall and take her right then and there. He had to keep his fists clenched and lock all his muscles in his body so he would not act on the impulse.
He was mortified when his voice came out deeper than normal. It was like he was a damn horny teenager all over again, with no control over his thoughts or his cock.
He didn’t like how he acted when she was near. Griffin did not need the distraction.
The bell above the front door chimed as someone entered the main office. Griffin bit back a groan as he heaved himself up out of the chair to meet the guest. He’d only taken a couple of steps out into the hallway when a soft body ran right into him.
“Oof.”
Griffin reached out instinctively to catch his assailant before they fell backward. It was a mistake. As soon as his hands made contact, he knew exactly who was in his arms. The heat of her body burned his hands. Instinctively,he dropped them and took a large step back to create distance between them.
“Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” She let out a small chuckle. “I was just heading back to the apartment.”
She looked up at him through dark lashes, and he fought the urge to take another step back. She could bring him to his knees with just her eyes. The thought terrified him.
Griffin only managed to grunt in response.
“I wanted to talk to you anyway, so I’m glad I ran into you. Literally. I mean, I’m sorry I ran into you. I hope I didn’t hurt you. Are you okay? You look like you should sit down.”
“I’m fine.” If his voice sounded deeper than usual, it was probably because all of his blood flow went straight to his dick since she’d run into him. He got a taste of what it was like to have her body pressed against his.
“Oh. Okay. That’s good.”
She seemed nervous. He noticed the stack of books in her hands and reached out to take them from her.
