Page 35 of Driven to Love

“Hey, what are you doing?” She pulled at her arm.

“In the shop. Now.” It was still daylight for another hour, but the sun was going down. He didn’t like the idea of someone wanting Addison stranded, most likely alone.

Inside, he let go of her and closed the bay door. “Do you have enemies?”

“Don’t be silly. No. I’m sure it was some kid pulling a prank.”

Nash stalked closer, pinning her between his body and the Chevy, standing so close he could see the flecks of gold in her eyes. “You don’t get it. This isn’t a simple repair. And this isn’t a harmless prank.”

“Stop trying to scare me.” Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, her nostrils flared.

His gaze roamed over her face. She was… So. Damn. Beautiful.

Nash bit back a groan. He should give her space, but his feet must have grown roots, because he couldn’t force himself to back away from her even if the shop were on fire. “Addison?”

Those hypnotic green eyes darkened.

Everything in him wanted to close the distance between them, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t.

He willed his fingers to relax their grip, but before he could, the tip of her delicate pink tongue appeared between her lips.

“Fuck.” If she didn’t give him a sign soon, he’d explode.

She moved, her lips so close he could feel her breath. Her gaze dropped to his mouth.

Green light. Go. He crushed his mouth to hers.

Chapter 11

Holy hell! The man could kiss. She never doubted Nash would be a good kisser, but her lips were on fire.

“You infuriate me.” His whispered words shot right into her soul.

“Good.” The feeling was mutual. She laced her fingers into his thick hair and tugged his mouth back to hers.

His fingers burrowed into the soft flesh of her hips. He broke the kiss. His forehead rested against hers. “I’ve been wanting to do that for months.”

She shouldn’t have let him do it now. The rational part of her mind had shut down the moment he called her a good girl. She blamed her lack of control on her weakness for hot men.

He placed a kiss on the sweet spot behind her ear. That was the moment the rest of her brain stopped working. A purr escaped her lips as she trailed her fingers down his bulging biceps. At his delicious forearms, she let her nails scrape the sinuous cords of muscle hiding below that tanned skin.

Seconds. Minutes. She’d lost all track of time… and dignity.

He pulled back. The faint ringing of his phone brought her back to reality. The breeze from the ceiling fan cooled her overheated body. Goosebumps covered her arms, a poor substitute for Nash’s touch.

Addison turned from him. She checked her appearance in the car’s window. The woman in the reflection didn’t have an ounce of lipstick on anymore, and her eyes held more glaze than a donut from Sweet Kneads Bakery.

She rubbed a hand over her mouth. Her shirt hung loosely over one shoulder, her ever-perfect hair looked to be styled by a raccoon.

“Get it together.” She straightened her clothes. At least they were still on, just a little askew.

Nash slipped an arm around her. She flinched, and he dropped his hand. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. I need to get going.” She reached for her keys, then froze, staring at them in her hand.

“Come on. I’ll take you home,” he said as he started putting his tools away.

“It’s okay. I can call—” She dug in her bag for her phone.