“Are you being bossy?”
He looked amused.Blue, but amused.
“Icanbe when the need arises,” she responded dryly. “Now behave yourself and let me get you out of these things.”
Someone placed a pile of firefighter turn-out gear next to her on the ground and she snorted.
“Great.” She rolled her eyes, then addressed Trask. “You ever want to play fireman?” she asked him, slipping his arms from his sopping wet shirt.
“Not before this, but with you? It might be…interesting.”
Sure. Nowhe got playful.
She was already having a tough time ignoring the vast, ropey planes of his thick arms and chest, without having him sound like he was flirting.
Flirting… Ripped body…
Lord.How was she going to deal with getting him out of his pants?
Someone cleared their throat nearby, and Jett remembered they weren’t alone. If she were smart, she’d get someone else to strip him down, but for now, she wrapped the towel around his stunning sternum, and looked for a distraction.
She remembered the moose that was now laying not five feet away. A welcome diversion
“How is he doing?” she asked no one in particular.
The vet was checking the bull over, and straightened up with a smile. “Vitals are normal. I think when he wakes up, he’ll be good to go. But we should all distance ourselves a bit. There’s no telling what his mood will be like when he snaps out of it.”
“Sounds like a plan,” the sergeant said, and began clearing the area of personnel.
Jett watched for a moment as Trask attempted to struggle to his feet so he could remove his pants, and sighed.
“Not happening, huh?” she lamented as his butt hit the snowy ground again. She wished he was stripping down undercompletely different circumstances. One where she could share her body heat with him without her wet, drysuit in the way. She smothered a groan, and instead of throwing herself at him, she did the smart thing. “Can I get a little help here?” she called out.
Two firefighters rushed over to assist Trask to his feet, and between all three of them, they had him out of his clothes and into the borrowed turn-outs almost before Jett could register the massive muscles in Trask’s thighs.
Almost.
She’d carry that picture of him—half undressed and supported by buff firefighters—into her fantasies for a long freaking time. It would make for some hot vibrator-fodder.
While the firemen were making sure that Trask remained steady on his feet, Jett shucked off her drysuit, also peeling off the hoodie Trask had lent her, adding it tohiscurrent wardrobe. The more layers the better for him right now.
She stood back and actually grinned. Trask looked both cute and silly in all his finery, two words he’d probably loathe to hear in relation to himself. Again, Jett took a mental picture. She was amassing quite the pipedream-album.
While she was ogling Trask, one officer was paying attention to her, it seemed.
“Take my coat,” he said, looking appreciably her way as he took off his uniform jacket.
Yes, he was cute, but…
“Thanks. But mine is in the navy-blue truck if you wouldn’t mind going to get it?” She smiled at the handsome cop while not giving him any encouragement.
He seemed to get it.
“Sure thing.” The officer dimpled up and trotted off, clearly thinking nothing lost…
Jett watched him go, and heard a growl from a now upright Trask.
“What?” she asked.
