He’d tried to convince himself he didn’t, but how was that working out for him? She’d driven him to uncharacteristic laughter a few minutes earlier.
He was so screwed.
“I find myself actuallywantingto see you every day,” he finally admitted. “And I’m sorry if I’ve been…difficult. This is no excuse, but I haven’t exactly been myself since I separated from the service.”
Or for the few months before that, he declined to say, but he wasn’t ready to go there yet, with her or any of his family.
“What you’ve done,” he continued, “is managed to shake some life back into me, for which I’m grateful.”
“Is…is that a compliment?” Jett returned incredulously.
“Don’t push your luck,” Trask rasped. “But yes. It is. And I’m going to add something else I’ll probably regret almost assoon as it’s out of my mouth, but this is what you do to me,” he confessed. “You make me say things out loud that I would normally keep inside my head.”
“I can’t wait to hear this,” she responded. “Should I sit down? Although it’s starting to snow, so my butt will get wet if I plunk it onto the sidewalk.”
“See?” Trask huffed. “Now I’m thinking about your ass.”
“Mmmm,” she returned huskily. “And nowI’mthinking of your big old hand in regards to my ass.”
“Jett,” Trask warned with a groan.
“Tra-ask,” she countered, drawing his name out sassily. “Why shouldn’t we talk about this? One, we’re attracted to each other, which, if you recall, you admitted right before our first kiss, but have been trying to back-track on, ever since. Two,” she enumerated, “we’re adults, and we don’t have to answer to anybody for how we feel. And three, I have one concern. Are we going to be able to work together and still jump each other’s bones? Because that’s going to weigh heavily on my part of the employment decision.”
“See? That right there. We began this by talking about you working or not working for Diver Downeast, and now you’ve added in a sexual element. How am I supposed to handle that?”
“With both hands,” she purred, and lowered her voice. “One on that ass you mentioned, teaching me some manners, while the other zeros in on another of my most eager erogenous zones.”
Trask groaned, and his cock got hard. Really,reallyhard. Had that ever happened over the phone before, because…Hey.Was this…?
“Is this phone sex?” he asked, before he could slap the governor on his mouth.
Jett chortled, clearly overjoyed. “Do you want it to be?”
CHAPTER 22
And…theywere off and running again.
Somehow, during their few encounters, neither she nor Trask had been able to keep a lid on their attraction, and she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
She’d thought that when they’d been in each other’s company, it had been pure pheromones that had made them so attuned to each other, but unless she was holding a smell-o-phone—which she wasn’t—there was clearly more to this attraction than hormonal scent.
“Phone sex sounds…interesting, Jett, but I’d rather take care of this in person.”
Trask’s gruff voice had her nipples standing up and taking notice.
“So, I should stay here? In Maine?” Jett asked, almost not recognizing her own voice that held an unaccustomed tremor of anticipation.
“Yes. Stay. I’m about to point my truck toward home.”
“Home, as in the office, or home as in your parents’ house?” she asked, her mind picturing them having mad sex on the floor behind the display case after everyone here had gone.
A yummy idea, but she’d wait to hear his verdict.
“Um, are my brothers still there?”
Oooh.Was he a mind reader now?
“Yes. But they’re thinking of closing up soon,” she answered almost breathlessly.
