Work Me Up

I only hope she feels the same way around me, too.

As if she’s reading my mind, Selena tips her head back to peer up at me. Her eyelashes are still damp from the crying she did earlier, but her face is dry now, her eyes still puffy but starting to recover. She smiles, and it’s not a fake half-smile like before, but a full, real one. It takes my breath away.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “For being here.”

I raise an eyebrow, an amused smile dancing around my mouth. “You mean thanks for stalking you?”

She huffs out a laugh, which makes her body quiver against mine, which makes all the blood in my head start to rush south. Because I’m only human. I can only touch this gorgeous, sexy as hell woman for so long before my dick starts to get better ideas.

“I guess so,” she says, her eyes still fixed on mine. Then she tilts her head back to peer past me, toward the front window of the apartment and the parking lot beyond it. “You know, I never thought I’d get into a driver’s seat of a car again. Let alone learn all about the inner workings of one, or start to want to try driving again.”

I lift an eyebrow, but remain silent, letting her get this out.

She glances at me once more, a wry smile twisting her mouth. “But after working with you in the garage… Maybe I do want to get over this. I haven’t thought about how much I used to love driving in years, but… you’re right, I did love it when I was younger. Maybe someday I could get comfortable enough to love it again.”

I grin and tilt my head forward to rest my forehead against hers, gazing into those endless dark eyes of hers, the ones that have had me captivated from the first moment she narrowed them at me. “I’d love to see that,” I say quietly. “But you know, even if you don’t get over the fear, I’m always happy to chauffer you around.” The corner of my lip quirks up. “Especially now that you finished fixing my prize ride for me.”

She huffs out a laugh under her breath. “Thanks for the offer. But how would you feel about trying to teach me to drive for myself again, sometime?”

My smile widens. “I’d be honored.”

“Good.” She heaves another sigh, big enough to make my arm rise and fall where it’s wrapped around her waist. “I’d like that.” And then her teeth sink into her lower lip, in a move that makes my dick twitch against the seam of my jeans, already starting to get hard just from being this close to her. “And, sorry I ran out on you the other day, too. I panicked when you asked me to steer Betty.”

“I gathered that much.” I arch one eyebrow.

She laughs under her breath. “Yeah. I figured. But I was just so embarrassed—”

“Trust me, you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Really?” Her gaze searches out mine once more, and this time, my face is close enough to hers to see the deeper seated worry in those eyes. “It felt pretty embarrassing.”

“Now that I know what you’ve been through?” I shake my head. “It’s completely understandable. Hell, I’m amazed that you were able to work with me on Betty for as long as you did without having any kind of freak-out sooner.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to get in my pants.” She narrows her eyes playfully.

I smirk. “Trust me, Selena, I’m confident I can get into your pants with or without needless flattery.” With that, I run my hand around her waist, tracing up over her hip, then along the sexy arch of that ass. When my hand reaches her thigh, I grip tightly, pulling her against me.

This time, when we crush together, I’m sure she can feel my cock, already hard and growing harder by the instant, digging into her belly. Her cheeks flush, and her eyelashes flutter a couple of times. “Hmm… maybe. But the flattery definitely helps.”

“Then I’ll keep flattering you all night long,” I promise, leaning in to kiss those plump, impossible to resist lips once more. They part, and my tongue twines with hers, tracing her lips, exploring her, wrestling with her.

When we break apart again, she’s breathless, flushed.

“As long as that’s okay,” I add, peering down at her again.

In response, she arches her back, to press those sexy hips against mine, grinding a little against the hard shaft of my cock. “Oh, trust me, Antonio. It’s more than okay. You make me feel so much more than okay.”

The next time I kiss her, I don’t stop.

12

Selena

This time isn’t like all the others that we’ve been together. Antonio takes his time undressing me. He peels off my shirt with exaggerated slowness, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s savoring it.