Dirty Talk
Mechanics of Love, #2
Megan Erickson
Avon Impulse
September 15, 2015
Blurb:
When the one you shouldn't want is the one you can't resist...
Brent Payton works hard, plays hard, and has earned his ladies’ man reputation. But he’s more than just a good time, even though no one seems to see it. Until a gorgeous brunette with knockout curves and big, thoughtful eyes walks into his family’s garage and makes Brent want more.
Ivy Dawn and her sister are done with men, all of them. They’ve uprooted their lives too many times on account of the opposite sex, but that’s over now. The plan seems easy until a sexy, dirty-taking mechanic bursts in Ivy’s life and shakes everything up.
Brent can’t resist the one person who sees past his devil-may-care façade, and Ivy finds it harder and harder to deny how happy he makes her. But she has secrets of her own and when the truth comes out, she must decide if she’ll run again or if she’ll take a chance on forever.
Excerpt from Dirty Talk:
Brent Payton works hard, plays hard, and has earned his ladies’ man reputation. But he’s more than just a good time, even though no one seems to see it. Until a gorgeous brunette with knockout curves and big, thoughtful eyes walks into his family’s garage and makes Brent want more.
Ivy Dawn and her sister are done with men, all of them. They’ve uprooted their lives too many times on account of the opposite sex, but that’s over now. The plan seems easy until a sexy, dirty-taking mechanic bursts in Ivy’s life and shakes everything up.
Brent can’t resist the one person who sees past his devil-may-care façade, and Ivy finds it harder and harder to deny how happy he makes her. But she has secrets of her own and when the truth comes out, she must decide if she’ll run again or if she’ll take a chance on forever.
Excerpt from Dirty Talk:
There
was no gentleness to the kiss. This was an unleashing.
It
was glorious.
She
hadn’t expected this. She’d expected heat and talent, but she hadn’t expect
this . . . intensity, this chemistry between them that reacted like fireworks.
Brent
lifted one of her legs to rest on the seat so he could wedge his body against
her. Her head was against the window, the door handle digging into her back,
but she didn’t care, not one bit, because now Brent’s hand was drifting down
her neck, slowly, so slowly, his trembling fingertips skimming the skin.
He
pulled out of the kiss, and she gulped air, clutching his shoulders, as he
lowered his head so that his hair tickled her cheek. His hand didn’t go any
lower; it just rested at her throat. She didn’t know how long they sat in that
embrace until Brent’s lips moved against the skin of her neck. “Ivy?”
She
swallowed, unsure her voice would work. “Yeah?”
“I’m
going to go back to the driver’s side where I belong now.” There was humor in
his tone.
She
squeezed her eyes shut and smiled. “Okay.”
“I
want you to know that I don’t want to.”
She
didn’t release her grip on his shoulders. And she knew she was playing with
fire when she asked the next question. “What do you want to do?”
He
tensed under her palms and then lifted his head, so those beautiful eyes looked
right into hers. “What do I want to do?”
She
nodded.
His
tongue came out and curled over the top of his teeth. She thought maybe that
was all he planned to do, give her a glimpse so she had to imagine what he
could do with that tongue. But then he spoke. “First, I want to lay you down on
this bench, hike up this dress to your waist, take down those panties, and work
you with my tongue until you come in my mouth.”
Holy
shit. She was not prepared for Brent’s mouth or tongue or dirty talk in any
way.
And
he wasn’t done. “And then I’d put you on your knees, and I’d take out my cock,
and I’d fuck you until you begged me to let you come again. I’d let you, Ivy.
Maybe after that, we’d take a little catnap, and then I’d see what you looked
like with your lips around my cock.”
She
was about two seconds away from coming now. A stiff breeze could probably do it,
with Brent’s words lingering in her ear.
Those
words from any other man might have scared her. They might have angered her. But
not Brent, because he was so earnest and clearly wanted her. He wasn’t trying to prove anything, like what a man he was or
how fast he could get inside of her.
He
made her feel like she was all that mattered right now.
Brent brushed
his lips with hers. “But that’s not going to happen. At least, not tonight.”
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