Chapter Forty-Four
The warm, heavy weight of his lips against my neck was the only thing keeping me anchored. I clung to his shoulders, my fingers digging into the soft cotton of his shirt as I fought the urge to glance down at the green manual. If he shifted even an inch, if he reached down to pull me closer by my hips, he might feel the slight, nervous tremor running through my entire body.
"Jake," I breathed, my voice a shaky whisper as I gently pushed against his chest. "Seriously, you need to wash up. You're going to get grease all over my clean clothes."
"Maybe that's the plan," he murmured, his hands sliding down to wrap firmly around my waist.
Before he could pull me flush against him, the heavy black radio clipped to his belt let out a loud, static hiss, cutting through the qu
