For a split second, he just stares at me.
Then his mouth curls.
“Chop wood?”he says.“Are you serious?”
Embarrassment rushes up my neck and into my cheeks.
I cover my face with both hands.
“Oh my God.This is stupid.I’m sorry?—”
His hands catch my wrists before I can retreat.
“Nuh-uh, Honey,” he murmurs.“It’s not stupid.I’m just making sure I heard you right.”
His voice drops lower.
“You want me to put on a little show for you, Kelly?Is that it?”
My pulse jumps.
“Wanna see your man swing that big ol’ axe and take down some wood for you?Would that get you all hot for me, Honey?Would it soak that pretty pink pussy of yours?”
The way he says it—slow and rough and dripping with confidence—makes heat spiral through my body.It sounds dirty.Filthy.
And, yeah, I want that.
I swallow.
Then, I nod.
Slowly.
“Yes, please.”
His eyes darken even more.
“I can do that for you, Honey.”
His thumb brushes my bottom lip.
“But you’re gonna give me a show too.”
That wicked curl of his mouth makes my stomach flip again.
“L-like what?”I ask, my voice suddenly breathless.
He leans down so his mouth is right beside my ear.
“You’re gonna stand right there,” he says, nodding toward the glass door that looks out onto the yard.
“And while I’m out there swinging that axe…”
His hand slides slowly down my hip.
“You’re gonna start taking those clothes off.”
My breath catches.
