His brows drew together. “You already know that. I left the Marines to work with my brothers.”
“Yeah. So you said. But how long did you speculate on it? A day? A month? Six months?” she prodded, not giving him an out.
“Notverylong,” he mumbled, clearly unhappy with her line of questioning.
“Just what I thought,” she returned smugly. “Then what, exactly, have you ever done impulsively?” she relentlessly continued.
“I—” He cut himself off and growled.
Anactualgrowl.
“You want spontaneous?”
Crap.She’d really riled him now, and shivers went down her spine. Maybe her best bet would be to declare him the verbal winner, and back off.
But before Jett could retract her statement, Trask jabbed the button on his seatbelt.
It flew off, then his hands were yanking the one from around her.
With an additional snarl, Trask dragged her bodily over the console and onto his lap.
His mouth crashed down on hers for a second time, and this time he wasn’t joking around.
He wasn’t asking.
Hell no.
He was taking.
Jett’s entire body went up in flames at the intensity of their connection as he shifted her to straddle him. Heat such as she’d never encountered before, blossomed between her legs, and she felt as if she were on the verge of orgasm without so much as a single erogenous zone being manipulated.
Her brain short-circuited.
She squirmed on his lap.
Sothiswas what the hoopla was all about.
As Trask stabbed a hand though her hair to hold her still, Jett had only one thought.
She’d seriously met her match this time.
CHAPTER 6
What the hell?
He was doing it. Again.
He’d just finished giving himself a ration of shit for the first time he’d touched Jett, and here he was, diving in for seconds.
It seemed he just couldn’t help himself, but in his defense, she was stunning, and…
…he had to admit he felt alittlebit smug catching her off guard long enough to stop her sassy mouth.
And what a mouth it was.
The damned thing was made for kissing.
A bonus to their current lip-lock? The frustrating woman wasn’t currently goading him.
