Every thought from now on will be centered around her. I take deep breaths, trying to get myself under control.
“Too hot for you?” I ask with a grin.
She licks her lips like she’s trying to savour every last bit of my taste, and then shakes her head. “That was fucking perfect.”
She’sfucking perfect. And she’smine.
June smiles—soft, breathless, dangerous—then steps on her toes and reaches for my mouth. She brushes her lips against mine, tempting me with another sexy moan.
I growl softly and pull her back against me, knowing—absolutely knowing—this is just the beginning.
I kiss her again, slower this time, sealing it.
There’s no putting this fire out now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
June
Ican’t help but smile as I watch this scorching hot mountain man standing on my ladder, patching my drywall.
Ethan is so freaking hot. Every time he reaches up and moves his arm, spreading the drywall mud around like he owns the place, his T-shirt rides up just enough to show a strip of tanned skin and a teasing hint of muscle. My mouth waters as I stare at him, clumsily pretending to organize tools while secretly watching every delicious flex and every sexy stretch.
“You keep staring like that,” he says without looking down, “and I’m going to start charging.”
I laugh. “I wasnotstaring.”
He glances down at me, one brow lifting slowly. “You were absolutely staring.”
I cross my arms and lift an eyebrow back up at him. “I wassupervising.”
He smirks. “If you say so.”
I can’t stop smiling as he gets back to work, that T-shirt raising higher as he reaches for the corner. I already knew from the calendar that he had a six-pack, but the photo was a little blurry and seeing a peek of it in the flesh is really getting me going.
Arousal has been coursing through my body all day. I haven’t been able to focus properly since we kissed on the rooftop and I definitely wouldn’t trust myself right now around any power tools. This man has gotten me all stirred up. I’m not used to this.
I’m used to pottery and paint and angry Japanese men who threaten to smack me with bamboo for making errors. I’m definitely not used to having a gorgeous firefighter in my workspace, flashing his shredded abs and looking at me like he’s undressing me with his smoldering eyes. How do I even function aroundthat?
“How’s that look?” Ethan asks, nodding toward the patch.
“Uh.” I blink, momentarily forgetting how words work. “Very… wall-like.”
He nods as he looks up at it. “That’s what I was going for.”
“Then you nailed it,” I say.
What else can you nail…?
My mind keeps going to all these dirty places as he climbs down the ladder and puts his tools away.
“I’ll have to sand that tomorrow after it dries,” he says.
“Oh. You’re coming back?”
He nods with a wolfish grin. “Oh yeah, June. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Our eyes linger on one another for a long heated moment. The air gets hotter. Thicker. My body buzzes with need.
