And through the glass—my woman watches every second of it.
Chapter27
Kelly
Holy.Fucking.Shit.
J.T.is swinging that axe down on the chopping block and I swear to God the man could be crowned the god of lumber, and I’d happily spend the rest of my life worshipping at his altar.
The sound of steel biting into wood echoes through the mountain air, sharp and satisfying.Each swing pulls the muscles across his back tight beneath his open shirt, his arms flexing with the kind of strength that makes my pulse thrum low in my belly.
Good Lord.
Now, I’m aware the lumber industry rarely uses the termlumberjackanymore.Arthur already lectured me about that once at the mill.
But whatever the proper title is for a man splitting wood like that?
J.T.Lawrence is the living, breathing embodiment of it right now.
And he is performing every dirty little fantasy my social media feed ever teased me with—fantasies I didn’t even realize had taken root in my head until this very moment.
The evening light hits the yard just right, gold spilling across the grass and catching on the sweat along his chest.
Every swing of the axe is deliberate, powerful, confident.
And every time he brings it down, he looks at me.
Through the glass.
Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
My mouth goes dry.
I lick my lips and suddenly remember my hands are frozen right where they are—hooked in the waistband of my panties.
For a second I just stand there.
Heart racing.
Body humming.
Because this is new for me.
New and bold and a little terrifying.
Mike used to make me feel like wanting things—sexual things—was embarrassing.Excessive.Like I should be grateful for whatever scraps of attention he tossed my way.
But J.T.?
J.T.looks at me like desire is something to celebrate.
Outside, the axe stops midair.
I frown slightly when he pauses, watching me.
Then he tilts his head.
Slowly.
