Tyler Hard has wanted Eliza for a long time. But taking over his father’s business, building his home, and most of all not knowing what she wanted, meant he never acted on his feelings for her. When she accidentally leaves her diary after dropping her car off to be repaired, he has no intention of reading it—but the temptation is too much, and now at last he has the key to her desires.
Eliza has always had a crush on the town mechanic. He’d been the star guy in high school, and featured in all of her fantasies. She was the frumpy librarian. There was no way any guy would ever fall for her…
The moment Tyler touches her, Eliza can’t deny the attraction that sizzles between them. After years of yearning for him, he’s in her bed, and showing her all kinds of dirty things that she has only imagined. Each day she falls in love with him a little more.
But what will happen when she discovers the diary that he’s been reading? Can she trust him again? Was their romance ever real?
He handed her the clipboard with all the work on that he’d done. Tyler hadn’t wanted anyone else to work on her car. This had been a job he’d done all himself. Tapping his fingers against his stomach, he leaned back and waited.
“Wow, it needed all this work?” she asked, lifting another of the papers attached to the bill.
She really was beautiful. The jeans she wore clung to every single curve, and he couldn’t wait to peel them off.
From just watching her, he knew she had a thing about sexy lingerie as she visited the shop across from the diner in town quite frequently. He’d also seen her eyeing certain pieces whenever she passed the shop, and of course, it always made him hard as fucking rock just imagining her in those delicate silks.
She’d dropped her keys a few weeks ago on the floor, and the shirt she wore had hung down, and he’d caught a glimpse of red lace.
He’d worked his cock in the shower for the next week after that vision.
I want someone to want me.
That had been the line, hadn’t it?
Not only did he want her, he was fucking obsessed with her. There was no one else for him, no one ever.
“This is a lot of work. There’s no way you’ve got the bill right.” She nibbled her lip, and he just couldn’t take it anymore.
He stood up and stepped close to her. Placing a finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head back. “Don’t worry about the money.”
“Tyler, you pretty much rebuilt the engine. How can I not wor—”
He silenced her with his lips against hers. Slamming his down, he held onto her shoulders as he pressed her against the nearest wall.
For a few seconds she did nothing as he kissed. With each passing second, she changed, dropping the clipboard onto the floor as she reached up. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and he slid his tongue across her lip, wanting more of her touch. More of everything.
Moving his hands down to her hips, he reached around, gripping her juicy ass, and rocked his cock against her round stomach.
She was so fucking soft.
Soft and curvy.
There was no way Tyler could help it. Feeling her in his arms, finally getting to taste her, she was fucking heaven to him.