I’m vaguely aware of the shop going dead silent. We have an audience and I don’t care. I tilt her head and deepen the kiss. She approves with a soft moan as her tongue dances with mine inside that sweet mouth of hers. I’m teetering on the edge, about to lose myself.

A wrench hits the concrete floor with an unmistakable clatter. Sean lets out a loud whistle and Shelley’s voice echoes across the bay. “Get a room!”

Jessie pulls away and buries her face in my chest. Her body is shaking with a soft giggle. I slide one hand down her back and use the other to flip Shelley the bird. She harrumphs and returns to work. Sean too. Mikey picks up the wrench he dropped and wanders off to sulk on a smoke break.

Now that no one’s watching, I lean down and bury my nose in Jessie’s hair. I take a deep breath of that unforgettable vanilla smell and kiss the top of her head.

Jessie recovers her composure. “I hear you’ve got a pain in the ass.”

I nod. “An annoying blonde one.” I rake my fingers through her hair and fist a handful of it.

“You know you can’t get enough of me.” She shoves off my chest and struts back to the office. I watch every sway of her hips as I stalk after her.

She’s right. I can’t get enough.

Chapter Thirteen

Jessie

I make it to the office and take the few precious seconds of solitude I have to fan my face and take deep breaths. That body. Those eyes. That kiss. Sweet baby Jesus! He could kiss me all day, every day, until I die and that’d be just fine. His lips are like crack. I’ve been craving him all week. The taste of him. His manly mechanical smell. School has been crazy, all my study groups pulling extra hours with midterms looming, and my mandatory appearances at the sorority house and dodgeball on top of that. I’ve been working on pulling back, on saying no, but I still haven’t had time to come see him since our date.

It’s been torture. My fingers ache to dial his number. Or even the shop, just to hear his voice before I hang up. I’m trying to play a little hard to get. I’ve been chasing him so hard for so long that I need to step back and make sure he’s in this too.

Our date was intense. Everything about Devin Bennett is intense. I’m good at fun. Light. Easy. This isn’t that. This is the beginning of something. I feel it every time he touches me, and I need to know he wants me before I let this get out of hand.

I was ecstatic when Devin called me. Even if his side of the conversation consisted of more groans than actual words, my heart was racing the whole time. He was complaining about my system, but I’m hoping he was really complaining about not getting to see me more than anything else.