cake to my house. I’ve wanted you every single day since, Olivia.”
Something flickers in those beautiful doe eyes, and her hands circle my neck, and she kisses me deeply, throwing everything she has into it. I don’t know how I know that, but I do. I feel it. Just like I feel every part of her.
Gently, she pulls back, her chest rising and falling, rapidly, to accommodate her heavy breathing. The way she’s staring up at me, through those thick lashes, has me wanting to slide back inside her and forget real life exists, but as I glance at the car beside us, I don’t have that option. I need to keep it in my pants, at least a little while longer.
My arms tighten around her slender shoulders, when she trembles in my arms. I can feel the gooseflesh on her skin. She was out in the rain for God knows how long, and her hair is still damp as shit. Dislodging from her, I run into the shop, coming back with an extra set of clothes I keep in a duffel bag in my locker.
“Here, put these on. They’ll help keep you warm until your clothes dry.” I hand off the clean T-shirt and shorts to her. They won’t fit, not on her small frame, but they’re enough to keep her covered, until we get home.
While she dresses, I get back to work on the car. I feel her gaze on me as I work. There was a crack in her engine block, and she has a leaking gasket. For a car this model and year, most of the parts will need to be ordered, but other than that, it’s nothing I can’t fix.
I glance up at her, about to break the news, but pause when I spot her. She’s already watching me, cheeks flushed, hair mussed in that freshly fucked look. She looks beautiful, sitting there, drowning in material, her beautiful body hidden behind my clothes. Seeing her like this does something; it awakens something primal in me. Her legs are pulled to her chest, her chin resting on her knees, as she stares.
“So, what’s the verdict?” she asks, jerking her chin toward the car. “She going to survive?”
“Eventually. You have a leaking gasket, and your engine block is cracked. That’s what was causing the shortage and the smoke from under the hood. We’ll have to order the replacement piece, which can take anywhere from one to two weeks.”
Her face falls, all humor evaporating from her face. “Wow. Just when I thought these past few days couldn’t get any worse.”
After wiping any remnants of grease off my hands, I toss the rag on the car and close the distance between us. I perch on the chair next to her, staring down at her.
“I guess it has been a shitty few days for you.”
She scoffs. “That’s putting it lightly. I’m not sure if the universe has decided to punish me for something. As if I haven’t paid enough in my life.”
The corners of my mouth quirk into a grin. “You always this dramatic?”
Her own mouth curves up into a mildly suppressed grin. “You always such an asshole?”
I lean in, pressing my lips to her temple. “I think you know the answer to that already, babe.” Pushing upright, I lay my hand out, palm up between us, and wait for her to take it. “C’mon. It’s getting late. Let’s go home.”
“My house or yours?”
“Yours. I’ve been dying to fuck you in your bed for weeks.”
“Roman!” she mock gasps, slapping me on the arm.
I follow Olivia into her house. Since her window is still broken, only boarded with a piece of wood I noticed the other night, there’s a cool breeze in here. She heaves a deep sigh, her gaze settled on the window, likely following my train of thought.
“It’s cold in here, isn’t it?”
I nod, dropping my duffel onto the floor. “Give me a sec. I’ll be right back.”
It takes me two trips, but when I finally shut her front door behind me, and Olivia sees what’s in my hand and the rest of the tools on the floor, her eyes widen.
“Roman, what did you do?”
I shrug, heading toward the broken window, to remove the wood. “I planned on fixing it the other night, when your boss was here.”
“Oh,” she breathes out.
I keep my back to her, as I work on popping the frame of the window out. I have a buddy who sells windows for a discounted price. Since