Page 29 of Sweet Hate
Just do the fucking job, Verona.
Going head down, I work to remove the last of the charred cabinets and clear out the kitchen. Once that’s done, I take five in the parking lot, tossing my sweaty shirt over the Harley’s handlebars.
It’s unseasonably warm for January, but the breeze feels good on my hot skin. Closing my eyes, I lean against my bike, tipping my face up to the winter sun.
For the first time in days, my brain is empty of noise.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. I love working with myhands, and the routine, physical work the handyman business provides helps me work off excess energy. I focus most of my attention on the firehouse since we hired Billie to work full time. I don’t do it nearly enough these days. Maybe this is what I need to get my head on straight.
Mentally running through the list of things I need to get done, I suck in a few deep breaths, before heading back inside and scanning the area.
Once I remove the oven and check the wiring, so long as it’s all good, I should be able to get through this relatively quickly. Just as I’m about to start work again, I hear the chime from the bakery door opening followed by “Fuck, shit, bollocks” as Haven drops something on the floor.
I can’t stop the grin that creeps across my face. I toss my good judgement in the trash not giving a fuck about anything other than laying eyes on my girl.
After all, I could at leasttryand be a gentleman. And he would make sure her clumsy ass hadn’t fallen over, right?
As soon as I walk through the connecting door, I inwardly curse my stupidity. She’s crouched on the floor, her delicious round ass wrapped in skintight low-rise jeans, exposing the thinnest scrap of lace running between her butt cheeks. I clench my fists, my mouth watering from the urgent need to rip that naughty thong off with my teeth.
Holy shit. Abort mission.
I back away slowly, hoping to creep back into the kitchen without her noticing, but of course I hit a chair, and it drags across the floor.
Motherfucker.
She turns around, startled, her face falling when she sees me. I hate that.
“Oh, it's you,” she huffs out in a monotone voice.
Well, shit. I really,reallyhate that.
“Who else were you expecting exactly? I quirk a brow andgrin while I lean against the doorframe, trying to look super chill. Relaxed. And not like my cock’s pulsing trying to punch its way through my jeans to get to her sexy ass in that thong.
She shoots me a glare over the rim of her glasses.
“You OK? You appear to be causing destruction again.”
Her eyes widen and drop to my bare chest.
Shit, my bad. I forgot to put my shirt back on.
“Like what you see?” I can’t help but tease her, my grin widening. Apparently, all sense flew out the window today.
She snort laughs in that cute Haven way when I surprise her, and her cheeks flush my favorite shade of pink. I love that sound. I used to make it my mission to draw it out of her any chance I got.
“You got a medical condition that stops you from wearing shirts Verona?” She smirks devilishly up at me, her gaze dropping back down my chest. “I guess the view is marginally better than when old man Leroy was here.”
“Marginally, huh? Haven, you wound me.” I rub my chest as I crouch down beside her, helping to collect the paperwork scattered all over the floor.
“I don’t need to be dealing with an overinflated ego as well as your delightful sunshine personality, thank you very much.”
“It’s not ego if it's true.” Winking, I nudge her with my shoulder, only I do it a bit too hard and send us both tumbling to the floor.
I fall on top of her, catching myself on my forearms to stop from crushing her gorgeous curves.
Abort, abort, abort.
Being in this position has my senses misfiring in every direction. Sucking in a breath is another mistake when her scent overwhelms me completely. Closing my eyes I fight my natural instincts to grind my aching cock into her.
