Her eyes went wide as they met his. “What?”
His grin was slow and sensual. “I know that look, Maisie,” he said as he moved closer. They were standing in the kitchen, and he caged her in against the workstation. “Tell me what you were thinking.”
Part of her knew she should be embarrassed, but she refused to let that stop her.
Fling. This is just a fling.
Holding his gaze, she said, “I was thinking how much I like it when you’re dirty.”
Oh my God! Did I just say that? Who am I?
“Oh yeah?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Yeah,” she breathlessly replied as her head slowly lolled back.
Then he was kissing and licking and nipping at her throat, and it was so damn exciting that she wanted to strip them both down right here in the middle of the kitchen. She even tried to let him know that by running her hand down his chest to the impressive bulge in the front of his jeans.
Axel lifted his head, his grin just this side of wicked. Without a word, he took her by the hand and led her out to where their beds still were from that first night. When they were next to them, he whipped his t-shirt off.
“That first night, I wanted to crawl over and join you on that bed. All night I fantasized about it. Let me do it, Maisie. Let me live the fantasy,” he whispered as he went back to nuzzling her throat and caressing her breasts.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, please.”
Then, nothing else mattered—not the work, the questions, their lunch, none of it. All that mattered was getting down onto that mattress and living out the fantasy.
Both their fantasies.
Chapter Seven
Reality came crashing back sooner than Axel was prepared for.
The sun was barely even up the next morning when he could hear the sound of trucks driving onto the property. Without getting up, he could count about four of them, which meant the road was clear and life was returning to normal.
Yesterday, he and Maisie had talked about her plans if the road got cleared, and she told him she was heading back to town. It made sense, but now that it was actually happening, he wasn’t ready for it.
The reality was they were still going to see each other. Obviously. She clearly lived in Harbortown, and she was going to be working for the resort. If she didn’t feel comfortable spending the night here when the guys got back, then he’d go to her place.
Although…now that he thought about it, she never really confirmed where exactly she lived.
Or anything personal about her life.
Beside him, she started to stir, rolling toward him and tangling her legs with his.
It was crazy how much he loved when she did that.
Kissing his chest, Maisie snuggled closer, humming softly. Axel knew he should get up and see what’s going on outside, but he was reluctant to leave this cozy little cocoon they had going on.
Unfortunately, a loud knock on his door told him he was getting out of bed whether he wanted to or not.
Maisie let out a small whine of protest as he untangled himself from her and rolled out of the bed. Grabbing the jeans he’d thrown off last night, he quickly slipped them on and walked out shirtless to answer the door.
Yanking it open, he found their foreperson, Reece Barrett, standing there.
“Hey, Axel!” he said, sounding far too chipper for this time of the morning. “I saw your truck in the parking lot and figured you’d want to know that the road’s open again and everyone’s here to work on the cleanup. You know, if there is any.”
Raking a hand through his hair, he yawned as he nodded. “Lots of downed trees. I’ve got them all documented, but that’s not for your crew. I thought you were still waiting on permits?”
“Yeah, we are, but this storm did a real number on the town, and I’ve talked to the grounds crew and let them know we’d handle the stuff here as best we could until they can get here. I’m hoping to hear about the permits by tomorrow. So if you’re cool with us being here and starting to clear debris, we’re here to work.”
