“You forgave him awful quickly,” I growl.
She spins, a screw driver in one hand and the other perched on her hip. “Well, he does know a lot about airplanes. That sped things up a touch. Women never forget, Tyler,” she says, using my given name, sending a shock of lust to my dick.
Swallowing, I let my eyes skirt down her midsection down her tan, bare legs. “Why are you wearing a dress to do work? It’s almost as if you’re showing off for someone.”
Her lips form a thin line. “Just because I’m a woman who can turn a wrench doesn’t mean I’m not a woman. It is too hot for pants. Shorts are restricting. Plus, I was in the office going through accounting stuff for most of the morning.”
“Don’t make excuses on my behalf,” I reply, grinning. “Unless you say you wore it for me. Because you know how much I want to fuck you when you have it on.”
Her blue eyes widen the moment her mouth pops open. “Is that what the text message said?” she says, voice a small whisper.
I move in, and use my thumb to try to smear the black grease spot off her face. “In some form or another. Yes,” I reply. Caroline licks her lips. Sighing, I say, “What time is dinner? I have a dumpster arriving at the B and B in a couple hours,” I say, looking at my watch. Now that I have the mission, I have a lot of planning to do and not a second to waste. “I’ll pick you up after and we can ride up the hill together?”
She grins. “You’re catching on.”
I shrug. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”
“The kind that kisses his girlfriend even though she’s covered in grease?” she replies. My heart does that melty thing it tends to do anytime she says something so sweet. Leif is right, my fucking testosterone is being demolished a little day by day.
Leaning over, I press my lips against hers. She tastes like fresh air, and the indescribable scent that is…Caroline. She pulls closer, but I don’t let her, breaking the kiss before it truly begins. It gets harder and harder to remember why I wanted to wait to fuck her. Quite literally. “Tonight after dinner, how about we go a little faster? Your place?” I say, tone low. “I need more of you.” Does she know what it costs to ask? That it causes me physical pain to not have her in all ways?
“A little faster?” she asks, breathless, dropping the screwdriver on the cement floor to place both hands on my chest. “What does that mean exactly?”
My breaths come quicker as her question sparks a million ideas of what I want to do to her and with her. “It means you trust me not to fuck you tonight.”
She nods, complete compliance, utter infatuation with the idea of fucking me. It’s so obvious anyone can see it. I wish Aidan was here right now. “Careful with Aidan,” I say.
She smirks. “I only want you.”
“Doesn’t mean he won’t try.” He’s a solid player—weaseling in at any sign of interest. I’d pat him on the back on a normal day. Now, I’ll sleep with both eyes open.
“Stake your claim,” she retorts.
I raise my eyebrows. “Okay then.”
She swallows hard, and backs away. “You’re finished jumping for the day?”
I nod. “See you in a bit.”
“I’m going to clean up,” she replies.
“Not too much,” I say, biting my bottom lip as my eyes drop to the hem of her dress. “I like you dirty.”
Turning, I adjust my uncomfortable hard on, and head back to my troop. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. The beast, the old Tahoe can come out to play, just a little. Enough to give her pleasure and enough to tamp down the lust coursing through my veins.
Just the tip.
****
May cracks another joke about the military. He doesn’t mean to be offensive, it’s just that jokes are the only things these people know about the military. With the closest large base four hours away, little trickles down this far. Caroline, wearing another goddamn sundress, sits next to me at the long table in a fine dining room. Her mom buzzes around the room clearing dishes and refilling glasses that are perfectly full.
“Mama,” Caroline croons. “Sit down. You’re not working right now, remember?” It’s a reminder her mom responds to. She takes her seat opposite me, and settles in to take a bite of pasta that’s probably cold.
“How was the air today, Tyler?” May asks, sipping his Budweiser from a tall, iced glass. “Looked mighty fine from the ground.”
I nod. “It was good flying today. We got in almost a dozen jumps. I think once a week will be perfect. Thank you again for letting us use the airport. The space is perfect.” Caroline’s hand snakes over to squeeze my upper thigh. Either she’s worried about me talking about work or she can’t keep her hands off me. “Our pilot was pleased with the set up and everyone was happy.”
“How could we possibly say no to the generous offer?” he chortles. Caroline looks down. I knew it was a foregone conclusion when we made the monetary offer, but leave it to her to string me along for a glorious month. The month she made me fall for her due to sheer stubbornness.
