Page 21 of Mr. McHunky

“I’m attracted to you, Emory Travis, because of you. Because you’re goddamn gorgeous. You have perfect, thick curves that make my mouth water. You have a sassy mouth that lets men know you don’t take shit from anyone. You’re smart and resourceful and brave and fucking good with a wrench.”

That pulls a smile from me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is that you can get yourself beneath the hood of a 1974 Plymouth Barracuda and you know what you’re actually doing? I admittedly watched that video multiple times.”

That makes me laugh.

“Surely you feel this connection between us the way that I do. It’s too fucking strong to be just one-sided.”

Do I feel it?

Yes, I felt it the first time we touched. Felt it even stronger, the first time we locked eyes. But I’m not sure I’m willing to admit that yet. So I don’t say anything.

After a few breaths, he severs our eye contact, rolls away and stands.

The sight of his bare, perfect ass jars me.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He moves closer to the fire, where I can see he laid out our clothes from the night before to dry. Rosie has already made herself comfortable on my sweatpants.

“I’m sorry, Emory.” He rakes his fingers through his hair, then picks up his sweatpants and steps into them. His dick isn’t really much smaller than it felt pressed against me, but he’s no longer hard.

Leave it to me to ruin the moment.

“I’m obviously out of practice and I misread you. I thought you were interested in me the way I am to you.”

It’s almost like I hear tires squeal on the road as his words penetrate my brain. “What?” I stand, completely ignoring the fact that I’m naked, and walk over to him.

“You think I don’t want you?” I ask.

He says nothing, just searches my face. I grab one of his hands and put it between my thighs. I make sure he can feel how wet my folds are. “Does that feel uninterested to you?”

His nostrils flair and his jaw ticks.

And that’s when I realize what I’ve just done. What am I doing? “Okay, I feel like I made things really awkward. I’ve read that scenario in hundreds of romance novels, but only in reverse. Where the hero presses the heroine’s hand to his erection. I don’t think it works this way.”

I start to walk away, but he grabs my arm with his free hand. His hand between my thighs explores and I release a heavy breath.

“Baby, there is nothing awkward about you putting my hand on your pussy.”