The Mechanic

Chapter Forty-one - "His Tongue" (R)

"The Mechanic"

Chapter Forty-one

'His Tongue'

Demi's POV

Adrenaline.

Heat.

The things that made up that rush of riding a motorcycle. I'd never felt something so exhilarating; so breathtaking- not since the first time Joseph's lips met mine. It ignited a flame within me, that familiar sense of euphoria after a suspenseful experience.

"Oh my God," I breathed, the bike's roar humming to a close after Joseph removed the keys.

He chuckled.

"Did you like that?"

My eyes followed him as he dismounted the bike, and in just watching him, I realized just what was happening within me.

I was impossibly turned on.

Something in that moment was different; he looked better right then than I'd ever remembered him to. The scruff of his returning beard sculpting his face into chiseled endless blessings; the crooked grin that sent my heart soaring; those hazel eyes that sent chills down my spine.

All of this triggered by exhilaration.

I dismounted the bike, almost in a daze as my eyes stayed on him far too long. Joseph didn't realize this at first, as he began to head for the lobby door of our home's lofts. Only when he noticed I hadn't been following him did he turn to meet my gaze.

My gaze that spoke for itself.

My gaze that he instantly knew the meaning of.

His eyes lowered and he smiled handsomely.

"I've been thinking," he walked slowly back toward me as if he was on display. "Why don't you stay in my room tonight?"

Biting my lip, I spoke no words and moved quickly ahead of him, beating him to the elevators. We made it in just as they closed, and suddenly it was like that first night all over again. There was tension that we thrived by. We were all alone in that small space, his body so near to mine, my wrists sitting atop each other at the nape of his neck. I loved the feeling of his breath coating the surface of my skin; I loved that unwavering smile he wore whenever he looked at me. I loved how he could read my mind; how we rarely needed words.

Especially at moments like this.

The doors dinged open, and in seconds we were back at our loft. As we pushed through the front door, we did not separate, eager to hold on to each other's touch. I couldn't stop giggling; I was so enthralled by him, in fact, that I kept my eyes locked on his, even as I kicked the door shut behind us.

Joseph surprised me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and hoisting me up onto the kitchen table without any warning. I took in a tight breath, but every bone in my body trusted this man to keep me from harm, so just the mystery of what was to come next made my skin tremble with excitement. 

He kissed me then, so slowly, bringing a hand to my neck as he carefully lied me down onto the wooden surface. I could feel my heart picking up speed at just this action, and it took everything within me not to completely take over and maul him. 

Nothing in me wanted him to stop, but I could tell a part of him did as he began to pull away. Ceasing this, I tugged him back down each time, causing him to chuckle between kisses.