Page 8 of The Mechanic


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“Tell me about it.”

The silence that follows isn’t particularly awkward or uncomfortable, but the palpable thickness in the air between us is back in full force. The longer I am in her presence, the more I want to cling to her like iron filings to a magnet.

Clearing my throat, I point to the bedroom. “Take it. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Nora opens the door and peeks inside. She raises a brow at me. “The bed’s big enough for two.”

I growl and scrub a hand across my face. “Don’t do this to me, Nora.”

“Do what?” She folds her arms over her chest and leans against the wall.

“I’m dangerously close to acting on every dirty thought I have of you.”

“So why don’t you? I’m not a baby.”

God, this girl. “Just…just take a rest. Tomorrow, I’ll fix your car and find a locksmith for your house.”

* * *

I have to pee.The clock by the front door reads 4:18 AM.

Nora’s most likely sound asleep right now. If she didn’t lock the door, I could slip inside the bathroom and do my business without waking her up. Alvin is still probably wandering at the neighbor’s house. He’ll be here by morning when the sun’s up.

I ease myself out of the sofa and stretch. Man, I’m not built to sleep in something this small. Massaging the crick in my neck, I take slow, deliberate steps, my bare feet barely making a sound.

My hand rests on the brass doorknob, and I turn it slowly. The stairs may have creaked, but the hinges on this won’t. Alvin knows how to open doors, and the last thing I want is to get woken up each time he decides to sleep in my room.

The door swings open but just wide enough that I can slip in. My initial plan is to not take more than three minutes—just do my business and get out—but I’m arrested by her sight.

She’s wearing an oversized white t-shirt and is lying on her side, one leg draped over a pillow. Her long, wavy hair is spread underneath her, her breathing steady.

God, she’s beautiful…and she’s wearing nothing but thin cotton panties, the cheek of her ass almost poking out. That erases any remnant of sleep because I’m now fully awake. Fully aware of her delicious body. Fully aroused.

Fuck. One kiss is enough. It’s not but it should be.

Mentally punching myself, I head to the bathroom, piss as fast as I can, and head out, already accepting the fact that I’ll end up lying awake until the sun rises.

I sink into the sofa, trying to fit my bulk. My legs stretch out over the armrests awkwardly, and the backrest presses against my shoulder. But I barely notice the discomfort because something else is desperate for my attention.

Without thinking, I palm my raging erection. Visions of her naked, her thick thighs wrapped around my head, flood me and I give in.

I’m about to reach into my boxers when the bedroom door opens, and Nora walks to my feet. At her vantage point, my hard-on is obvious, and her eyes flare when she spots it.

Her hair is a tangled mane and one side of her shirt slips down her shoulder.

Fuck, it should be a crime to look this stunning.

I sit up and grab a throw pillow to cover my cock. I know she’s seen it, but my brain refuses to function when she keeps staring at it.

“Nora? You need something?”

“I wanted to ask you the same thing.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I felt you in the bedroom.”

“Oh. I was just taking a piss.”

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