heard him calling her name. Oh hell, what a sexy voice. She heard the name again and realized, a little too late, that it wasn’t in her head.
Instead of using that gorgeous body and delicious voice to make her scream in pleasure, he was staring at her and frowning as if she’d lost her damn mind.
Nice.
“Sorry,” she said, “did you say something?”
“You went off in your own world again.” He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure that accident didn’t knock something loose?”
The only thing loose was her imagination. But she figured he didn’t need to know that. “I’m just a little distracted today, that’s all.”
He nodded toward the front of his shop. “Follow me and we’ll see what sort of estimate we can work up.”
An estimate. Right. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.” When he started to walk, Lily lagged a little bit behind, content to watch the way his long strides ate up the pavement. The way his ass moved beneath the tight jeans. Yum. She’d seen him from a distance, driving his shiny black motorcycle up and down her street, tempting her beyond reason. Up close and personal was a far cry better though, she admitted. With a little luck, and a whole lot of bravery, she’d get him even closer.
Like, in her bed.
All night long.
The gap in their age had kept Lily from making a move on the sexy man…once upon a time. After all, he was ten years younger and she hadn’t wanted to make a fool of herself by flirting. But screw it, she was tired of looking. She wanted to touch. It was time to see if Kyle Wolff was as good with a woman’s body as he was with the cars he worked on.
* * * * *
She had come to him. It was about damn time. If Kyle had to drive by her house one more time it would’ve been too tempting to make a detour—right up her driveway. He’d watched the beauty for a little over a year. He’d asked around about her too. When she’d been tied to that asshole husband of hers, she’d been off limits. But the divorce had been final for a year now. Kyle had been waiting for a chance with her ever since.
At first, Kyle had assumed Lily needed time to deal with the emotional upheaval of her husband leaving her for another woman. In a town as small as Miller Siding, Ohio, news traveled fast. Considering he ran one of the few body shops for miles around, Kyle tended to hear more than his share. He’d heard plenty about her ex. It still boggled his mind that Lily’s husband hadn’t been satisfied with a classy lady like her in his bed every night. Some men were just dumbasses. No two ways about it.
As the months passed, Kyle noticed Lily pretty much kept to herself. He didn’t think she dated at all. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was still pining away for her ex. There was something about Lily Justice that made him think she was too strong, too confident to play the grieving spouse forever though. She struck Kyle as a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. The most important question he needed answered—did she want him or was it just his skills with bodywork that she had in mind?
One way to find out.
Heading toward the pop machine, Kyle called over his shoulder, “Diet, regular or water?”
“Diet pop. Thanks.”
Kyle dug into his front jeans pocket, pulled out several quarters and slid them into the coin slot. “Why do women always drink diet when it’s clear they don’t need to diet?”
He handed her the icy-cold can, noticing she took it with relish. “Well, I don’t know about other women, but I like the taste. I’m sort of addicted to artificial sweetener. It’s my one vice.”
He popped the tab on his own drink. As Lily tipped the can up to her glossy pink lips, closed her chocolate brown eyes and took several swallows, Kyle let himself take in the sight of her. The red v-neck t-shirt she wore strained across ample breasts and lay flat across her trim belly. A sexy pair of
Instead of using that gorgeous body and delicious voice to make her scream in pleasure, he was staring at her and frowning as if she’d lost her damn mind.
Nice.
“Sorry,” she said, “did you say something?”
“You went off in your own world again.” He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side. “Are you sure that accident didn’t knock something loose?”
The only thing loose was her imagination. But she figured he didn’t need to know that. “I’m just a little distracted today, that’s all.”
He nodded toward the front of his shop. “Follow me and we’ll see what sort of estimate we can work up.”
An estimate. Right. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.” When he started to walk, Lily lagged a little bit behind, content to watch the way his long strides ate up the pavement. The way his ass moved beneath the tight jeans. Yum. She’d seen him from a distance, driving his shiny black motorcycle up and down her street, tempting her beyond reason. Up close and personal was a far cry better though, she admitted. With a little luck, and a whole lot of bravery, she’d get him even closer.
Like, in her bed.
All night long.
The gap in their age had kept Lily from making a move on the sexy man…once upon a time. After all, he was ten years younger and she hadn’t wanted to make a fool of herself by flirting. But screw it, she was tired of looking. She wanted to touch. It was time to see if Kyle Wolff was as good with a woman’s body as he was with the cars he worked on.
* * * * *
She had come to him. It was about damn time. If Kyle had to drive by her house one more time it would’ve been too tempting to make a detour—right up her driveway. He’d watched the beauty for a little over a year. He’d asked around about her too. When she’d been tied to that asshole husband of hers, she’d been off limits. But the divorce had been final for a year now. Kyle had been waiting for a chance with her ever since.
At first, Kyle had assumed Lily needed time to deal with the emotional upheaval of her husband leaving her for another woman. In a town as small as Miller Siding, Ohio, news traveled fast. Considering he ran one of the few body shops for miles around, Kyle tended to hear more than his share. He’d heard plenty about her ex. It still boggled his mind that Lily’s husband hadn’t been satisfied with a classy lady like her in his bed every night. Some men were just dumbasses. No two ways about it.
As the months passed, Kyle noticed Lily pretty much kept to herself. He didn’t think she dated at all. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was still pining away for her ex. There was something about Lily Justice that made him think she was too strong, too confident to play the grieving spouse forever though. She struck Kyle as a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. The most important question he needed answered—did she want him or was it just his skills with bodywork that she had in mind?
One way to find out.
Heading toward the pop machine, Kyle called over his shoulder, “Diet, regular or water?”
“Diet pop. Thanks.”
Kyle dug into his front jeans pocket, pulled out several quarters and slid them into the coin slot. “Why do women always drink diet when it’s clear they don’t need to diet?”
He handed her the icy-cold can, noticing she took it with relish. “Well, I don’t know about other women, but I like the taste. I’m sort of addicted to artificial sweetener. It’s my one vice.”
He popped the tab on his own drink. As Lily tipped the can up to her glossy pink lips, closed her chocolate brown eyes and took several swallows, Kyle let himself take in the sight of her. The red v-neck t-shirt she wore strained across ample breasts and lay flat across her trim belly. A sexy pair of
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