The Mechanic

Chapter Twenty-one - "You Let Me See You."

"The Mechanic"

Chapter Twenty-one

'You Let Me See You'

Scene...

Continuing

Demi's POV

Ballsy.

My decision to kiss my mechanic was a dangerous move to make on such an impulse. Even as I was doing it, I couldn't remember what made me feel like I had to.

Enticing.

I'd never been one to kiss first; NEVER. I'd always been kissed, but I never took action. I never took control. And I absolutely never made life-changing decisions. Everyone else that had ever been in my life - they were the ones that did all of the changing. But this? This was my absolute, first, potentially reality altering choice.

Satisfying.

And I was proud.

Nerve-wracking.

But I was afraid.

Romantic.

His lips were soft, receptive. They responded to mine gently, yet ever so slowly.

Erotic.

My body was wrapped around his, my every desire pouring onto him through me. I could feel my hands leaving his jaw and moving up behind his neck, into his hair. I could feel every hair standing on my neck as the goosebumps took over the surface of my skin. I could feel his eyelashes sweeping the surface of my cheeks with my every move.

Sweet.

The taste of his lips satisfied a craving I never knew I had, and immediately I wanted more of him; all of him. I inhaled his scent, combing through his hair, stealing away his every breath with each of my own.

Warm.

His touch ignited a fire in me, all the while giving me inexplicable chills.

Forbidden.

I belonged to another man. I was in the home of another man. I was in the bedroom of another man. And yet, there I was, my lips pressed to someone else.

Heart-stopping.

Reality began to set in, first sitting upon my shoulders before falling all around me. As the numbness that befell my body began to lift, I began to release him. First, I pulled my lips away from his, ending our long, slow, single kiss. Then, I pulled my hands from his hair, and brought them down onto his firm chest. My eyes opened slowly, at the same speed as his, and I once again saw that hazel gaze that had grabbed my attention from the day I met him.

And amazingly, I was able to speak.

"I'm sorry," I heard myself say. My legs were still wrapped around him; his arms supporting my weight. "I've just wanted to do that for a really long time," I confessed. We'd only shared one kiss, and yet I was so breathless.

He seemed to be in shock as I sat there, hoisted above him, my hair curtaining around his face.

"H- how, how long?" He stammered, his eyes never leaving mine. This question seemed almost too genuine, as if he had no idea that I had any infatuation with him prior to this. Then, upon reading his face, I could see that this was exactly the case. Joe was completely taken by surprise by my actions, and suddenly, I was ridden with regret.