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wrinkled at the rancid odor. “It might just be old gas that made this orange residue. I was afraid your tank was rusted.” She tapped her wrench against her hip, oblivious to the mess accumulating on her new slacks. “Still, I’m going to double check after you go through two full tanks. Could you grab the new filter?”
Silas straightened up to see to her request. Akasha’s hand came down on his back so hard and fast that it knocked his breath out and he almost dropped the flashlight.
“Be careful! You almost clocked your head on the hood.” Her eyes were wide and dark purple with obvious concern.
“Thank you,” he gasped, slack-jawed in astonishment. The strength she had imparted in holding him down was immense, impossible.
Akasha snatched her hand back as if it had been burned. “Um…the filter is in that small box with the blue logo.” The longing on her face, begging for him to ignore what had just happened was as apparent as the crimson blush on her cheeks from their brief physical contact.
Silas decided to honor her unspoken request and fetched the fuel filter. It seemed Akasha had yet another secret for him to unlock, but he would leave her be for the time being. For now it was enough to watch that becoming blush and revel in her nearness as she worked. Unbidden, his gaze traveled over her exquisite form bent over the car and his cock stirred once more. Ah, but this was sweet torment. He thanked the fates above that his jacket covered the bulge in his trousers.
As he handed her the filter, holding back a sigh as his hand brushed her skin, Akasha’s eyes met his tentatively. “I didn’t… hurt you, did I?” she asked carefully.
“No,” Silas said. “You startled me. That’s all. Now where shall I point the light?”
Her sigh of relief was nearly inaudible. “Over here.”
They worked together in silence until Akasha had installed every new part they were able to acquire. The clutch would have to wait until it was shipped from another store back east. By the time they finished, Silas was in a state of painful arousal. When Akasha wrapped her lips around the opening of a beer bottle, he nearly groaned in agony.
“I am going to go for a walk.” His voice shook with need. Perhaps if he fed again, it would abate a fraction of his lust. “Thank you so much for the work you’ve done on my car. I shall have to get you one of your own when you get your license.”
He left before she could reply. The chilly October air did little to cool his ardor. With shock, he realized that it hadn’t been that much warmer in the garage with Akasha. The heat between them had been too great for either to notice.
Silas let out a growl of frustration. He longed to cover Akasha’s lips in devouring kisses and hold that delectable rear of hers as he plunged his shaft deep inside her sweetness. But for now it was not to be.
He had no idea what made her eyes narrow in suspicion every time he offered her a kindness. Her past must be terrible enough to have damaged her spirit. And he knew that if he made the slightest advance towards her she would be gone and he would be lucky to escape without a knife wound…or crushed by her unnatural strength. He’d have to be very careful around her.
When he arrived at the nearest tavern, Silas wasted no time in selecting his victim. But the bar fly’s blood and the cloying odor of her perfume did nothing to banish the memory of Akasha’s sweet scent. Nor did his brisk walk home. Thankfully, the house was dark when he returned and a quick check on his Mark told him Akasha was upstairs getting ready for bed.
Silas stalked up to his office and grabbed his sword from the wall. The ancient Claymore gleamed at him in the moonlight from the windows. Perhaps some exercise would do him good.
***
Akasha tossed and turned in bed as her mind raced. She couldn’t stop thinking about the enigma that was Silas McNaught. Why did he bring her here? He’d kept to his word and not
Silas straightened up to see to her request. Akasha’s hand came down on his back so hard and fast that it knocked his breath out and he almost dropped the flashlight.
“Be careful! You almost clocked your head on the hood.” Her eyes were wide and dark purple with obvious concern.
“Thank you,” he gasped, slack-jawed in astonishment. The strength she had imparted in holding him down was immense, impossible.
Akasha snatched her hand back as if it had been burned. “Um…the filter is in that small box with the blue logo.” The longing on her face, begging for him to ignore what had just happened was as apparent as the crimson blush on her cheeks from their brief physical contact.
Silas decided to honor her unspoken request and fetched the fuel filter. It seemed Akasha had yet another secret for him to unlock, but he would leave her be for the time being. For now it was enough to watch that becoming blush and revel in her nearness as she worked. Unbidden, his gaze traveled over her exquisite form bent over the car and his cock stirred once more. Ah, but this was sweet torment. He thanked the fates above that his jacket covered the bulge in his trousers.
As he handed her the filter, holding back a sigh as his hand brushed her skin, Akasha’s eyes met his tentatively. “I didn’t… hurt you, did I?” she asked carefully.
“No,” Silas said. “You startled me. That’s all. Now where shall I point the light?”
Her sigh of relief was nearly inaudible. “Over here.”
They worked together in silence until Akasha had installed every new part they were able to acquire. The clutch would have to wait until it was shipped from another store back east. By the time they finished, Silas was in a state of painful arousal. When Akasha wrapped her lips around the opening of a beer bottle, he nearly groaned in agony.
“I am going to go for a walk.” His voice shook with need. Perhaps if he fed again, it would abate a fraction of his lust. “Thank you so much for the work you’ve done on my car. I shall have to get you one of your own when you get your license.”
He left before she could reply. The chilly October air did little to cool his ardor. With shock, he realized that it hadn’t been that much warmer in the garage with Akasha. The heat between them had been too great for either to notice.
Silas let out a growl of frustration. He longed to cover Akasha’s lips in devouring kisses and hold that delectable rear of hers as he plunged his shaft deep inside her sweetness. But for now it was not to be.
He had no idea what made her eyes narrow in suspicion every time he offered her a kindness. Her past must be terrible enough to have damaged her spirit. And he knew that if he made the slightest advance towards her she would be gone and he would be lucky to escape without a knife wound…or crushed by her unnatural strength. He’d have to be very careful around her.
When he arrived at the nearest tavern, Silas wasted no time in selecting his victim. But the bar fly’s blood and the cloying odor of her perfume did nothing to banish the memory of Akasha’s sweet scent. Nor did his brisk walk home. Thankfully, the house was dark when he returned and a quick check on his Mark told him Akasha was upstairs getting ready for bed.
Silas stalked up to his office and grabbed his sword from the wall. The ancient Claymore gleamed at him in the moonlight from the windows. Perhaps some exercise would do him good.
***
Akasha tossed and turned in bed as her mind raced. She couldn’t stop thinking about the enigma that was Silas McNaught. Why did he bring her here? He’d kept to his word and not
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