Tainted Love: A Lovestruck Novella, Book 1 by Lane Hart, Aaron Daniels, Editor's Choice Publishing Page A

buts, just leave your car here tonight, and I’ll take you to work tomorrow.”
    “I’m gonna need breakfast again,” she says with a sigh, making me relax since she’s on board with all my naughty plans tonight. “I mean, if you’re actually able to wring that many orgasms out of me, then I’ll be hungry. And when I’m hungry, I’m really grumpy to my coworkers, so –”
    I interrupt her, grabbing her hand to pull her to her feet. “I’ll take you to breakfast in the morning, but only after I eat you in the shower first,” I assure her.
    “Deal,” she agrees with a laugh.
    “So now are we good?” I ask to make sure.
    “If you don’t think I’m psycho,” she mutters.
    “I don’t think you’re psycho. You’re just…cautious.”
    “Psycho,” she says with a smile.
    “You maybe acted a tad psycho.” I hold up my finger and thumb about an inch apart. “But it’s okay.”
    “Sorry,” she tells me softly.
    “Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Oh, and your car’s fixed. Wanna see it before we leave?”
    “Yes,” she says immediately. Leading the way with her hand still in mine, I pull her through the garage until we get to the bay where her classic ride sits.
    She doesn’t loosen her grip on me as she runs the fingertips of her free hand over the door panel. When her forehead wrinkles, I can tell she’s not happy with the cosmetic blemishes, but a paint job that will do the car justice is beyond my skills.
    “I can give you the names of a few local body shops,” I tell her because I don’t want her to be upset. She obviously loves her car as much as I love my truck, so I wish I could fix it for her.
    “Yeah, okay. Thanks for putting it back on,” Josie says when she turns back to me again. 
    “Sorry it took so long,” I tell her, not just referring to the door. Because just then, I do what I’ve been thinking about doing for the last twenty-four hours. Stepping forward, I tug on her hand to pull her to me, closing the distance between us, making my intention clear when I cup the side of her face. Josie stares up at me and doesn’t try to pull away. So, finally, I lean down and brush my lips over hers. Her soft lips touching mine is all it takes for my entire body to start humming with need. Cold chill bumps run up and down my arms, simultaneous to a spark of white-hot lust blazing to life inside me. I’ve never felt anything like it is the last coherent thought I have before our gentle, exploratory kiss turns insatiable the very second our tongues meet.
    Releasing my hand, Josie’s fists clench the fabric of my coveralls over my chest to pull me closer, at the same time I weave my fingers through the back of her hair with the same intention. When she opens her mouth on a moan, I take advantage and plunder it with my tongue because I’m desperate to be inside of her any way I possibly can.
    Apparently, Josie has the same idea, because she yanks the zipper of my coveralls to my waist and then pushes the material frantically down my arms until it slips off. Needing to feel more of her body against mine, I pick her up and sit her ass on the hood of her car. She’s flat on her back the next second, taking me down with her and wrapping her bare legs around my waist. Our kiss deepens; and when our two most important body parts line up perfectly, we both moan like we’re in heaven or hellish agony. I’m not sure which. Unable to stop myself, I shove my boxers and coveralls lower, so that there’s only the thin, so fucking thin and damp layer of Josie’s black cotton panties between my hard cock and her pussy.
    I feel like a rabid sex fiend when I roughly push her dress up her waist as high as it will go, growling in regret that I didn’t take it off her before I got her laid out in front of me. Thank fuck Josie’s right there with me, knowing exactly what I need, or just wanting it as much as I do, because she sits up and has the offending clothing over her head seconds