“Jack—” He shushed me.
Jack dipped his fingers between my trembling thighs.
I gasped.
“Fuck. You want me, little Elle.” Jack made me stare him straight in the eye. “Don’t you?”
I pushed away from Jack. His hand left my slickness, and he brought his fingertips to his mouth. He licked them.
“How dare you?” I glared.
“How dare I?” Jack raised his hands and took one step back. “You’re the one who wants to fuck me.”
I gasped. “I do not!”
Before I could breathe, Jack pulled me right back into him, with my backside flush against him. His hands wrapped around my forearms while he held me in his embrace. My heart raced, beating loudly in my ears until I thought I might faint. The woodsy scent of him took over me and everything spun, but he held me upright.
“Does watching me chop wood turn you on?” Jack questioned with his breath against my ear.
I shook my head. Unable to speak. Jack had me lost in a fucked-up trance.
Slowly, Jack guided me forward, straight to the axe, and I followed his lead. He ran his hand gently down toward mine and he extended my arm to reach for the handle. His fingers traced over mine to wrap over the handle and lock a firm grip around it with both hands.
“Why don’t I teach you a lesson?” Jack said.
We lifted the axe out of the wooden stump.
Another gasp escaped me while his thumb grazed over top of mine, and I admired the way his brawny arms intertwined with mine. Jack was all man. He had too much ruggedness and not enough gentlemanliness. I should haverun away, slammed my door and hidden in the safety of my bed, but I couldn’t. I was in for a lumberjack session, and my dad’s best friend was about to teach me a lesson.
I never should’ve entered Jack’s property without permission.
“Have you ever swung an axe before?” Jack asked.
“No,” I whispered.
“It’s simple...” Jack pulled my one hand away from the other and closer to the blade. “One hand here while the other grips the shaft.”
Shaft? Jesus. I was sweating. It was below zero outside, but Jack turned up the heat.
“Excuse me?” I questioned with narrowed eyes. “Are you referring to your dick?”
Suddenly, Jack let go of the axe, and the weight of the blade fell down to the ground. I peered down at my trembling hands while he ambled until he stood in front of me. He placed the tip of his finger underneath my chin.
Jack forced me to stare him in the eye. “If I’d referenced my cock, you’d know it, princess.”
I swallowed hard. “Is that a threat?”
“No, little Elle, it’s a promise.” Jack winked playfully.
Jack tapped my lips with his thumb before he released me and displayed his broad back. Jerk. I didn’t need Jack’s help. I could chop wood all on my own.
I groaned as I tried to lift the blade off the ground, but the damn thing was heavy. I pulled upward, determined to get the axe to rest on my shoulder before Jack turned around, but being a lumberjack was tough work. Besides, I had brains, not muscle. Unlike someone else I knew, whosarcastically smirked at my struggle as he handed me a pair of safety glasses.
“Here. Put these on,” Jack encouraged.
“No, thanks.” I shook my head and pushed the plastic safety gear away.
“Yes, please.” Jack placed the glasses on me and forced them up the bridge of my nose. “Safety first, young lady.”
