Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I growl softly and pull her back against me, knowing—absolutely knowing—this is just the beginning.
I kiss her again, slower this time, sealing it.
There’s no putting this fire out now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
June
Ican’t help but smile as I watch this scorching hot mountain man standing on my ladder, patching my drywall.
Ethan is so freaking hot. Every time he reaches up and moves his arm, spreading the drywall mud around like he owns the place, his T-shirt rides up just enough to show a strip of tanned skin and a teasing hint of muscle. My mouth waters as I stare at him, clumsily pretending to organize tools while secretly watching every delicious flex and every sexy stretch.
“You keep staring like that,” he says without looking down, “and I’m going to start charging.”
I laugh. “I was not staring.”
He glances down at me, one brow lifting slowly. “You were absolutely staring.”
I cross my arms and lift an eyebrow back up at him. “I was supervising.”
He smirks. “If you say so.”
I can’t stop smiling as he gets back to work, that T-shirt raising higher as he reaches for the corner. I already knew from the calendar that he had a six-pack, but the photo was a little blurry and seeing a peek of it in the flesh is really getting me going.
Arousal has been coursing through my body all day. I haven’t been able to focus properly since we kissed on the rooftop and I definitely wouldn’t trust myself right now around any power tools. This man has gotten me all stirred up. I’m not used to this.
I’m used to pottery and paint and angry Japanese men who threaten to smack me with bamboo for making errors. I’m definitely not used to having a gorgeous firefighter in my workspace, flashing his shredded abs and looking at me like he’s undressing me with his smoldering eyes. How do I even function around that?
“How’s that look?” Ethan asks, nodding toward the patch.
“Uh.” I blink, momentarily forgetting how words work. “Very… wall-like.”
He nods as he looks up at it. “That’s what I was going for.”
“Then you nailed it,” I say.
What else can you nail…?
My mind keeps going to all these dirty places as he climbs down the ladder and puts his tools away.
“I’ll have to sand that tomorrow after it dries,” he says.
“Oh. You’re coming back?”
He nods with a wolfish grin. “Oh yeah, June. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Our eyes linger on one another for a long heated moment. The air gets hotter. Thicker. My body buzzes with need.
I’m worried the next words out of my mouth will be an invitation to see my loft—my bed being the main attraction of the tour—so I shake these dirty thoughts away and turn back to my new wall and fresh ceiling.
“It looks great,” I say. “I can’t believe we got most of it done.”
“At least, that raccoon won’t be joining you tonight,” he says.
I shoot him a smirk. “Are you jealous of Ronnie?”
“Maybe,” he says, smiling back. “But I have something that raccoon doesn’t…”
“A human body?”
He grins. “A date. With you. Tonight. Remember?”
I swallow hard as I nod. “How could I forget? You practically begged me for it.”
He chuckles. “I’ll beg, I’ll plead, I’ll do anything to have a chance with you.”
My cheeks blush and I have to turn away so he can’t see how big my smile is.
“Any place in particular you’d like to go?” he asks.
“Honestly,” I say with a heavy breath. “I’m just so happy my place is back to normal. I’d love to enjoy it for a little bit. Takeout sounds incredible.”
“Takeout it is.”
“Is that okay?”
“I just want to be with you, June,” he says, stepping up close. I suck in a breath and hold it when I feel those warm protective hands on my hips. His fingers slide into my belt loops and he pulls me closer.
My eyes drop to his sexy mouth. I want to kiss him again. I’ve wanted it all day. I didn’t want to stop on the rooftop. It felt too good.
He hovers his mouth over mine and lets out a hungry little groan. His warm breath tickles my lips and I almost explode with desire.
I can’t take it anymore.
I need him.
I grab the back of his neck, step on my toes, and crush my lips to his.
Heat pulses between my legs. My whole body comes alive.
I love kissing this man.
I’ve loved my life the past few years, but it’s so obvious now. This is what I’ve been missing. I thought I had it all, but now that the veil is lifted from my eyes, I know there’s no going back.
I need Ethan. I need this man.
We order Greek food and end up eating at the table, having an amazing time. I laugh until my ribs hurt at all of the fun and crazy firehouse stories he tells me. Most of them involve Doug doing something stupid.