Jett swiftly toed off her soaked sneakers, and disappeared almost before those thoughts were out of his head.
She returned just as quickly, throwing one towel to him before they went out to the mudroom and got to work.
Jett knelt and took care of Tinker while Trask tackled Langly, and within minutes the furry pair were dry enough to settle down on their beds.
“Can we bring them in later?” Jett asked, kissing each one of her mutts on the nose. “I’m afraid with all the wind whipping things up, it might get a little too cold out here for them.”
Sixty was probably nothing for the pair, but Jett was a soft touch.
“I don’t have a problem with that,” Trask agreed. “But they’ll be fine for a while. Right now we need to getyouwarm,” he ordered gruffly.
She smiled up at him, and with an angelic look on her face, she turned and wiggled her pert ass into the house, bits of melting snow still dripping from the ends of her blonde curls.
Beautiful.
Trask jettisoned his boots and followed her in.
He tossed his wet coat on the floor and didn’t let her get more than five feet into the house before scooping her up again.
Jett laughed as he carried her directly to, and up the stairs.
“I could get used to this,” she told him giddily.
Trask could too, and that’s exactly the thing that had previously scared the wits out of him.
But Jett was just so compelling with her constant, light-hearted disposition, that she’d somehow overruled all his trepidation.
He had to have her.
And he had to have her right the hell now.
Clearly, Jett felt the same.
She was already working the buttons on his shirt, andhishand—the one attached to the arm under her legs—was busy yanking the socks off her…ice-cube feet.
“Why aren’t you complaining about the cold,” he growled. “Your frigid.”
She hummed and continued on his shirt. “I think you’ll find that I’m not. Frigid, that is. Am I cold? Maybe. But I’m not feeling anything but heat right now.”
“Good answer,” he returned, but the bossy, take-charge side of him was still worried.
He needed to get her into the shower right away and warm her up before they got down to any other business.
Kisses and love bites were applied assiduously to his clavicle as he marched them into the bathroom, and Jett must have magic in her mouth, because his nipples had hardened. He couldn’t remember a time when thathadeverhappened. His cock, certainly, but other parts of his body always remained…neutral.
Not so with Jett.
Fuck.
He was in serious trouble here, but Trask was too far gone to stop now. And even if he had the wherewithal, Jett obviously had his number. The witchy-woman would find a way to draw him back in.
Not letting her down, Trask reached in and started the shower to warm it up.
In this old farmhouse, it took a few minutes for the pipes to deliver the right temperature all the way up from the far basement.
Eventually and reluctantly he put her down.
She immediately reached for the snap on her jeans, and it triggered his dominant side.
