Terms of Desire: Tempt Me Twice, Part One Read Free

to the rest room.
    My heart skipped a beat, then began to pump double time. I was drawn to this man with the same intensity with which I had wanted Austin when we first met, a need so painful that I ached.
    At the same time, something in those dark eyes scared the hell out of me.
    “What’s your name?” I hadn’t meant to ask, but something in me was desperate to possess something, anything of this man before he drove away, though the something that I knew I’d prefer even more shocked my sense of propriety. I was sure that he was going to find me rude, but he simply grinned, a slow, predatory curve of his lips , and removed a cap from a big black thing under the hood.
    “ Brave little one, aren’t you? My name is Liam. Liam Fraser.” Watching those long fingers as they nimbly nipped at a small cardboard box had heat suffusing my chest and cheeks, and I wished desperately for a bottle of cool water.
    As he began to pour a chunky grey stream into the opening he had revealed by what I assumed was the engine, I caught sight of the label on the box. “Is that pepper?” I was slightly horrified, certain that our vehicle was being wrecked.
    “ Indeed .” He chuckled; I imagined he’d seen that reaction before. “See that puddle of neon fluid?” He gestured to the same pool that Austin had shown me only minutes before. When I nodded, he continued. “Contrary to how it may look, that’s not a lot of rad fluid, compared to how much is actually in the car. That means you only have a small leak. Pepper is small enough to be able to still flow through the engine, but big enough to clog the leak. And it doesn’t dissolve like a lot of other powders would. Easiest and cheapest stop gap there is, until you can get it fixed.”
    I heard him, was amazed by his knowledge, even as I imagined sliding one of those long fingers into my mouth.
    What was the matter with me?
    “ And what is your name, pet ?” I watched, fascinated, as he finished pouring, closed the box and set it aside. The softness of his words did nothing to belie the strength behind him, and my stomach did a slow, uneasy turn.
    “Me? I’m Callie.” My tongue darted out to lick at my dry lips. “Callie Mahone. We’re on our way to Montana.” I didn’t mention that the other half of the ‘we’ was my husband, though all Liam would have had to do to find out was to look at my ring finger, where the etched gold band shone brightly.
    Liam replaced the cap, twisting it until we both heard the click, then stood and stretched. Reaching for a rag to wipe his now black stained hands on, he smiled at me again, and I was struck dumb by the evenness of those teeth, at the sexy twist of that mouth. I wanted nothing more than to launch myself into his arms, to wrap my legs around his waist and rub my clit against his denim clad cock, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted Austin to come back and save me from myself, or to stay away so that I could do it.
    “Well, the car should work for now, Callie Mahone.” I tucked a wisp of hair that had escaped from my ponytail behind my ear and tugged at the hem of my top, which had ridden up at the movement.
    “Thanks.” It might have been wishful thinking, but I thought that I saw his eyes drop to the band of naked flesh that was briefly exposed. I shuffled my feet, nervous energy rolling over me in waves. “So… are you a mechanic, or something?”
    “Or something,” he agreed, and when I stuck my tongue out in exasperation, he let loose with a deliciously throaty laugh, one that tickled low in my belly. “Actually, I have varied interests . My brother , however, is a mechanic, and he taught me the basics when we were just kids.”
    “Which is why you carry a box of ground pepper in your trunk,” I added, smiling despite my nerves.
    “Exactly.” The thread of conversation died off, leaving us staring intently into each other’s eyes, black into gold. Even had I wanted to, I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t be able