She rolled her eyes. “Plus the other projects you’re working on and selling. That’s impressive.”
Now I had the strongest urge to pack the wood away and not touch it until she was gone. I was boasting.That never turned out well. “Minus cost of equipment.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re using scrap. How much was the wood?” She tapped her finger where the dog’s nose would be.
“This was, uh, free. But I do buy scraps, or the buyer supplies their own.”
Her head fell back and she laughed. “Can’t I tell you that your work is pretty impressive?”
I swallowed hard. “Sure.”
“Your products are as impressive as your dick.”
I coughed. “Jesus, Summer.”
“Your work ethic gets me hot.”
My cheeks were flaming. She was making a point, but I was swimming in her compliments and happy to drown. “You don’t need to?—”
She yanked her sweater over her head and stuck her chest out as she undid her bra. “I think we need to do some exposure therapy.” Her tits fell free and her bra hit the floor in my peripheral vision. “I like your wood, Jonah.”
The good news was that I couldn’t feel foolish from how easily she made me blush. My erection was dominating my blood supply. “Summer, what are you doing?”
“Telling you good things about yourself.” She shoved down the black sweats she’d borrowed from me. “Oh, look at that? My underwear is in the wash.”
I got a full view of her bare pussy. “Fuck.”
She propped her hands behind her on the workbench and widened her stance. “You’re an amazing artist.”
My mouth went dry. Dimly, I worried about sawdust getting on her clothing from being on the floor, but mostly, I couldn’t take my gaze off her body.
“Your work is the most impressive I’ve seen. Nothing compares to Dunn’s Wood Creations.”
My gaze snapped to hers. She’d said she snooped on my website, but my company’s name on her lips was a new desire unlocked. I liked her saying that almost as much as the way my name spilled off her lips when I was buried deep inside her.
“I think you’re dedicated and hard-working and?—”
“You make me sound like a Boy Scout.”
“You don’t need to be a Boy Scout. You’ve been living those skills all your life.”
“I don’t tie knots.” I prowled closer. Her nude body glowing under the shop lights was erotic, but it didn’t compare to touching her. The shop was on the cool side and her nipples were tight and begging for attention.
“In here, you do.” She trailed her fingers over her belly.
I could set her on the bench and spread her legs and devour her, but I claimed her mouth for a kiss instead. Against her lips, I murmured, “I got your point. Thank you.” The last part came reluctantly. I could take compliments. I just didn’t need them.
“I’m not done yet. I’d like you to use your magnificent tongue or your fantastic dick to turn me into a pile of Jell-O.”
I kissed her again, plundering the hot depths of her mouth before pulling back. “It’ll have to be my tongue. I don’t keep condoms out here.” I was cursing myself for not carrying one on me at all times. I should know after the last few days that a simple conversation could turn into sex.
Weren’t all our conversations simple? Didn’t I intentionally keep them that way?
I pushed the thought away. We were still stranded. I wasn’t letting reality settle in.
She arched a brow, her expression haughty in a way that made my dick twitch. “Good thing I have one in the pocket of my sweats.”
“Fuck.” I tugged my sweater over my head and spread it out on the bench behind her. Lifting her by the ass cheeks, I placed her on the edge of the table. I kept my shop meticulous, but I wasn’t out here scrubbing surfaces. Her skin would not be at risk because I was horny in my shop.
