Miss Mechanic

“Um. I meant on the right.”

“And you say I’m bad with directions,” I muttered, swinging the door shut and walking the few paces to her bedroom door.

Her supposed bedroom door.

Thankfully, it was, and I carried her through the door into the room. I paid no attention to it except for the huge bed in the middle of the room.

“You are terrible at directions. You never listen,” she said, pushing the door shut over my shoulder.

I dropped her unceremoniously onto her bed. She landed with an “oomph,” bounced, and looked up at me. “Then it’s your lucky day. The one thing I won’t need directions for is your clit.”

“That’s a bold promise.” She propped herself up and looked me up and down. “All right. If we’re doing this again, get naked.”

“If? There’s no if about it.”

“You’re still wearing clothes.”

I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. “So are you.”

“I didn’t tell myself to get naked. I told you.”

“You’re awfully bossy. Do you know that?”

She blinked those wide, blue eyes at me. “Actually, yes, I do. In about ten minutes, I’ll be putty in your hands, so I’m all about telling you what to do while I still have my wits about me.”

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Shut up and finish taking your clothes off.”

“Take off your pants,” I shot back.

She lifted her ass and shoved the jeans down her legs. That left her in that black leather jacket I loved and her lace shirt. It was a strangely sexy look—probably because there was something about the combination of her red lips, her white shirt, the black jacket, and her black underwear.

Deliberate? Maybe.

I was going to rip her out of all of it anyway.

I tossed my shirt to the side, then finished getting undressed until I was in nothing but my boxers. “Now the jacket,” I told her.

She grazed her teeth over her lower lip as she shrugged it off and threw it to the side. That left her sitting in nothing but her shirt and her black thong, but that was still one item too many.

I stared pointedly at her shirt until she got the hint and pulled it off with a grin.

I approached her, but she was quicker. She literally yanked me down over her and kissed me, curling her arms around my neck as her teeth grazed my lower lip. Her body melded against mine as she deepened the kiss.

For someone so reluctant to have dinner with me…

I pushed the thought from my mind and kissed her back. My fingers wound in her hot mess hair, and I ran my other hand up the side of her nearly-naked body. She was perfection, all curves and temptation, and my fingers probed her skin as I explored her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my cock to press against her pussy. I wanted to slide those panties aside and push inside her. Just the thought of being inside her again made my cock rock-hard, and it pushed against my boxers—and her.

She wriggled beneath me. I nipped at her lower lip before I dragged my mouth from hers. I kissed along her jaw, down the curve of her neck, over the dip of her collarbone to her chest. Her white bra pushed her tits together, and I reached between them to unclasp it.

She gasped as I circled her nipple with my tongue. I grinned as she arched her back, pushing it harder against the tip of my tongue.

She was right.

She was already putty in my hands.

I wasted no time moving down her body and taking hold of her underwear. I slid the thong down her legs and she kicked it off to the side.

I met her eyes and grinned, parting her legs. She blushed, but lifted her head to mine so I could kiss her again. I kissed her until my cock throbbed and once again, slid down her body to the apex of her thighs.

“Oh God,” she whispered, throwing her forearm over her eyes.

I kissed the top of her thigh. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already saying my name.”

She laughed, but I cut it short when I ran my tongue along her wet pussy. Instead she gasped, and I grinned, grasping her thighs to hold her legs apart. She wriggled, but she didn’t move away as I took her pussy in my mouth and explored her with my tongue.

The tiny moans that left her mouth as I focused on her clit made my heart thump. I wanted her so fucking bad, I could barely focus. I wanted this pussy around my cock. I wanted her moans in my mouth or my ear, not into the thin air. I wanted these legs around my waist while I fucked her blind, not pinned to the bed while I licked her.

Her moans grew louder. Higher. The sheet tightened under me, and when I glanced up, her knuckles were white as she grabbed hold of it.