Page 32 of Tempted By the Single Dad Mechanic
Casey blinks. "You're... what?"
"A virgin," I repeat. "I've never... done this before. Any of this."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. And I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner, but—"
"Morgan." He cups my face with both hands, grease be damned. "There's nothing to apologize for. But... are you sure about this? Losing your virginity to someone you just met, in a garage... that's not exactly ideal."
"Stop," I say firmly. "I want this. I'm old enough to know what I want, Casey. And if I regret it later, that's on me. Not you."
He searches my face. "Are you absolutely sure? Because I want this. Fuck, Morgan, I want this so badly. But if you say yes, I'm going to go for it. I'm going to eat you out, and then I'm going to fuck you right here on this desk."
"Yes," I say, and my voice comes out louder. Desperate. "Yes, Casey. Please."
His eyes darken, and he leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Then hold on tight, sweetheart. Because I'm about to make you feel so fucking good."
His hands move to the button of my jeans, and he pauses one more time, giving me a chance to back out.
I don't.
He unbuttons them, slides down the zipper, and hooks his fingers into the waistband. I lift my hips, and he pulls them down slowly, dragging them over my thighs, my knees, my ankles, until they're pooled on the floor.
I'm sitting on his desk in nothing but my bra and panties, and I should feel self-conscious. I should be thinking about my bellyrolls, my thick thighs, all the parts of me that don't look like the women in magazines.
But the way Casey's looking at me, like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, makes all of that disappear. His hands slide up my calves, gentle and warm, then higher, over my knees.
When he reaches my inner thighs, I gasp.
He smiles, that devastating smile that makes my heart stutter, and then he leans down and presses a kiss to my knee.
Then another one, higher up.
Then another.
Each kiss is soft, reverent, and it's driving me absolutely insane. He's taking his time, mapping every inch of my skin with his mouth, and I'm already trembling.
By the time he reaches my inner thigh, I'm practically vibrating with need.
"Casey," I breathe, my fingers digging into the edge of the desk.
He looks up at me, his blue eyes dark and heated. "You okay?"
"Yes. God, yes. Just… Please."
He kisses higher, so close to where I need him that I can feel his warm breath through the fabric of my panties. And then he presses his mouth right there, right against my pussy, and I make a sound I've never made before.
A whimper. A moan. Something desperate and needy.
The fabric is thin, thank God I wore the decent panties today and not the ratty period underwear, but it's still a barrier, and I want it gone. Casey seems to read my mind. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and looks up at me one more time.
"You're sure?" he asks, his voice rough.
I nod frantically. "Yes. Please, Casey. I'm sure."
He pulls them down, and the cool air hits my overheated skin, making me shiver. And then Casey just... stares.
