In an effort to distract her growing need to rip his jeans apart, she smiled and asked, "I didn't know you knew how to … fix cars."
She thought she heard him chuckle as she walked past him.
"I'm good with my hands."
She lifted an eyebrow as she wondered what other things those hands were good at. Before she could delve deeper into her own fantasies, she approached the black off-road.
"You like cars?" he asked.
"Not really. But when you travel a lot, you will be forced to know a thing or two about your ride."
"You travel by car?"
"Most of the time."
Her fingers skimmed on the car's wide bumper.
"Do you like off roads?" she said, in an attempt to change the topic and get her head off the things that he could do with his large calloused hands. Still, it was useless. She could feel him standing just behind her, desire radiating from his body.
And it was devastating her control.
