“Yeah. You owe me for putting me on the spot with my family, and I’m afraid mere lip service won’t cover the damage. You could have asked me if Diver Downeast had a position for you, but no. You had to blindside me so you’d be sure to get your own way. That kind of behavior doesn’t fly with me.”
She looked belligerent at that, and suddenly, he knew what he was going to do.
“Turn over.”
“Wha…?” Her face took on a dumbfounded cast.
“You heard me. Turn over.”
Trask knew at that moment that she was going to defy him. Her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed.
“Sorry, but I didn’t come in here to get ordered around,” she clipped, still prone, but crossing her arms under her ample breasts and pushing them up impressively.
All that maneuver did was raise the hem of her t-shirt a little higher.
But not high enough.
What did the little spitfire have on underneath that T? Judging by the way her nipples poked through, he figured she’d eschewed a bra, but would she have dared to go commando while braving his lair?
His mouth went dry.
It was time to find out.
“No,” he countered. “You came in here to taunt me. To test my endurance. And you’ve done a good job. But now I’m all out of patience. So. Turn. Over.”
“Absolutely not,” she responded testily, sitting up and scooting toward the far edge of the bed as if to escape.
Trask lunged, and caught her by the ankle. “Uh, uh,” he said, really liking where this little tussle was going. “There needs to be consequences for you coming into my room uninvited.”
Her eyes widened, and her one azure orb almost looked black in the dim lighting, while the other, deep emerald green, sparked up at him as he slowly reeled her in.
He dragged her closer.
Closer…
Until…
Her hip was finally bared by the friction, giving Trask analmostglance at her ass, letting him know for certain that there were no panties underneath her shirt.
This time, saliva inadvertently filled his mouth.
Hell, yes.
He was about to get a glimpse of heaven.
Her hands came down to her sides and she tugged the material to keep it from rising up further as she attempted to scoot back once more, but it was a losing battle. Trask had a good, solid grip, as well as a lot of muscle over the toned wild-cat.
If she fought him, so much the better. Trask loved a good challenge.
Of course, he wasn’t a complete asshole.
If he felt like any of Jett’s terror was real, or if she was suddenly reduced to tears, he’d stop the nonsense and send her away. But all he was getting at the moment was a heaving chest, a quickened pulse in her neck, and a heightened awareness between them.
“Wha…what are you doing?” she asked, excitement warring with trepidation in her visage.
“What I should have done within hours of meeting you,” he growled. “You have a sassy mouth, and it’s past time for someone to teach you some manners.” He almost pounced to hold her in place, this time with his hands at her thighs, his face closing to within inches of hers.
Jett’s lips parted, her breath coming in small puffs.
