Page 15 of Spark

He handed the woman her keys. “All done.”

“How much do I owe you?”

Dex shook his head. “Nothing. It was an easy fix.” He thought Hugh would have done the same, and if he had an issue with it, Dex would pay for it himself.

She thanked him profusely, getting teary eyed, which made him feel uncomfortable as hell, and he watched as Hattie walked her to her car and said goodbye. Dex got busy cleaning up the garage, putting away the tools he’d used.

Dammit, his head was so full of Hattie he didn’t know what to do with himself.

He’d watched her today, hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her, and even after everything, he still craved her just as much as that first night. If anything, the feeling had gotten stronger. Yeah, he needed to get a handle on it, since he’d probably be seeing her from time to time.

He pulled the main garage doors closed, shutting himself in, and walked toward the wall to flick off the lights.

He’d take Hattie home, then—

The side door opened, and the woman who’d taken ownership of his every thought, walked in. “All done?”

“Yeah,” Dex said, taking in the way her chest was rising and falling faster than it had been a little while ago, the color now darkening her cheeks.

“That was a nice thing you just did, not charging for the work on her car.”

He shrugged.

She bit her lip, watching him.

He watched her back. “Something else you want, sweetness?” Dex knew he had to be seeing things. No way was she looking at him like she wanted him. No fucking way.

She straightened her spine. “Yes, actually.”

“Name it.” He waited to see what she’d say, what she’d do, stupid hope growing behind his ribs, heart banging hard in his chest.

Hattie took a tentative step closer, then another. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in…” She shook her head like she was trying to shake the words loose, then closed the space between them, her gaze lifting and catching his. “Do you want to kiss me, Dex? Because I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted to kiss you since this morning,” she said in a rush.

His entire body kind of pulsed, heat washing through him. He had to be hearing things. “But you left,” he said for the second time that day.

She moved in even closer, and Dex struggled to breathe.

“There are things—family stuff, a situation with my parents. I couldn’t get it out of my head that night. It wasn’t you. You did nothing wrong. I regretted stopping things before I left your building.”

Oh fuck.

Sliding a finger under her chin, ignoring the way he was shaking with need, he tilted her head back and looked into her eyes. “You liked it when I used my mouth on you, Hattie?”

Her throat worked. “Yes.”

“You got off, didn’t you, sweetness?”

She squirmed and made a little whimpering sound. “Yes.”

Dex’s dick almost punched through his jeans. “You want me to kiss you?”

She nodded.

“Want to do a fuck of a lot more than kiss you, Hattie.”

“I want that, too.”

“You sure about that?” Say yes. Please, fucking say yes.