Of course, to Trask’s utter chagrin, she was also feasting on him as hungrily as he was on her, and he didn’t feel like stopping anytime soon, so he guessed she didn’t, either.
Her body fit snugly against his as she wriggled; connecting in all the right places. Trask couldn’t help but wonder if those sensations would continue if they were both minus clothes. He imagined they would, and that was dangerous. He didn’twantto feel this attraction to a troublesome woman like Jett. He didn’twanther messiness in his life. But…
…he sure as hell wantedher.
Which was bonkers.
He didn’t lose control like this.
It was time to put a stop to this madness and get back to the business of feeding her, then see her on her way.
Once she was out of sight, he could jettison her from his head for good.
Plague-be-gone.
Trask pulled away, but much to his chagrin, Jett didn’t move. She continued to sit astride him, eyes closed, lips wet and swollen, breathing shallowly like she’d just run a marathon as she clearly waited for more.
He’d never seen anything so erotic in his life, and his inclination was to give her what she wanted.Or, he could drive to the nearest motel and find out if she was willing to go for broke, but where would that get him?
In serious trouble.
Jett hit him as the kind of woman who, once fucked, would immediately assume she was in a relationship.
And that was a hard, no.
As intrigued as he was with the success his brothers had achieved in finding the loves of their lives, if he everdidlocate someone with whom he could share the rest of his life, it sure as hell wouldn’t be a scatterbrain like Jett.
Although, maybe, scatterbrain wasn’t the right word.
After all, she’d managed to become a successful PJ for the Air Force, and a pilot to boot. Which stymied him. So maybe a…chaotic rebel? He certainly couldn’t imagine her buckling under to authority or following rules, even though she’d said that’s what enabled her to function. Maybe she’d hidden her propensity for mayhem well for much of the time she’d been enlisted, but when she hadn’t…she’d probably spent a lot of time being given extra duties as punishment.
Trask groaned.Punishment. Just his luck, she’d probably like that, too.
And now that she was out of the military? He’d easily peg her as a free spirited, throw-back hippy who danced naked in the moonlight,…and who needed a firm hand.
Now there was a picture.
An unsettling one that had him thinking about that motel again.
Enough.
Trask placed his hands on Jett’s slim waist, picked her up and deposited her back in her seat without fanfare.
Jett’s eyes opened.
She sighed.
“Second thoughts, huh? Or is it regrets?” she asked, poking the tip of her tongue out and making small swipes as if trying to savor the final taste of him.
Eyes off her tongue.
Trask forced his gaze up to hers.
“I apologize. I shouldn’t have done that,” he returned gruffly.
She blinked. Twice.
“I didn’t ask for an apology,” she told him in a schoolmarm-ish voice. “I asked if you regretted kissing me.”
