Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I guess. So, um, this is kind of, yeah, awkward.” Our gazes clash. Trace shakes his head and lazily drags his tongue along his lower lip, causing me once again think about the last time I had his mouth on mine.
“Not at all. I’m going to give you the estimate you’re after. Then we’re going to talk, and I’m not taking no for an answer. You get that I know where you live. Blue Valley’s a damn small town. There’s a reason this is where you landed, subconsciously or not. You’re here, I’m here.” Trace moves closer, boxing me in until my back is to the counter. He dips his knees so we’re eye level. Of course, he takes it one step closer and lowers his head, lips a whisper of sensation along the underside of my jaw. “And that’s what matters.” I watch as he takes a step back, then another before turning on his boot covered feet and heading for the front door. Trace leaves me where I’m standing trying to pick my slackened jaw off the ground.
14
TRACE
It took all I had to walk out the door, take a deep fucking breath, ignore the ache in my balls, and my hard cock that’s currently being resituated as I grab a few things out of my truck. I could have done it all without my tablet or measuring tape. There is only so much a man can take. I take a deep breath, needing time to calm my shit after seeing the way Josie responded to my presence. She could try to pretend I didn’t have an effect on her body. The wet white T-shirt would prove otherwise, showing me those light-berry-colored, hard little points. My mouth was more than willing to see exactly what they taste like. I take another deep breath, grab what I need, and make my way back into Josie’s place, this time without knocking. My cock is finally subsiding, using every damn project I’m working on and the angles at Cooper’s place in order to relax, marginally.
“Jo, I’m coming in,” I announce when I walk in. She’s nowhere in sight. The kitchen needs a shit ton of work, and if memory serves me correctly, so does the master bathroom. She’s off doing something, probably changing clothes, a damn shame. I wouldn’t mind another look at her body. Hell, maybe she’s in the laundry room. Judging by the missing wet towels, I bet that’s where Josie went.
“Make yourself at home. I’ll be right out,” she says.
“Alright,” I reply, dropping my tablet to the counter and noticing the water there is dried up, too. The woman works quickly. I take note of the faucet that will need to be replaced; I’m not sure a rubber gasket would do a damn bit of good, judging by the age. The sink looks to be decent. Countertops won’t be salvageable once you start lifting them up to take out the cabinets. Formica is affordable, but it comes out in chunks with big pieces like she has on the peninsula, one solid L-shaped piece. I bet that was a pain in the ass to manage carrying inside without breaking it.
“Sorry about that. I wanted to get those in the washer before I forgot and they didn’t get washed until tomorrow,” Josie says as she walks around the corner. Much to my dismay, she changed out of her wet tee, taking the view away from me. In its place is another one. Thank fuck she forgot the bra, because when I leave her house tonight, it’s going to be with the feel of my body pressed against her.
“No worries. I’m going to plug in a few numbers really quick, then we can go from there.” She opens the fridge, the light a halo surrounding her body as she bends down to grab something off the lower shelf, giving me a view of her ass that I remember feeling in the palm of my hands, smooth thighs, and bare legs. My mouth fucking salivates, and my cock is back to being hard as a rock.
“You want one?” My eyes drift back to the tablet. I’m not trying to scare her off too quickly. I give her a quick gaze. Jo has a can of sparkling water in her hand.
“Nah. Thanks, though.”
“Were you the one on I was on the phone with last night?” I don’t hide my smirk.
“The one and only. I own Blue Valley Contractors.” I draw up a few quick designs, one with the same layout, another one reconfiguring the appliances, opening up another wall to make the kitchen bigger, and then a final one where it turns this into a complete open floor plan.
“So, you knew I was in town all along, and you didn’t think you should, I don’t know, tell me who you were?” There’s an accusation in her tone, one that I deserve.