Novel & Cerita Aot Colt

He looked like pure trouble, 32, broad shoulders, strong arms covered in tattoos and engine grease, stubble on his sharp jaw. “Car trouble?” he asked, voice deep and rough as he approached. “Yeah… it just died,” I said, stepping out of the car. My sundress felt way too short and thin under his intense stare. Colt popped the hood and leaned over the engine. His shirt rode up, revealing a strip of hard, dirty abs and the deep V of his hips. Grease smeared across his skin. Something primal stirred low in my belly as I watched those powerful arms work.